How old are your kids?
Thursday morning we will set off on a family trip toÃ‚Â Niagara Falls, then Toronto and on the way back, Ithaca. The last stop serves two purposes: to explore the Finger Lakes and to visitÃ‚Â Binghamton University, known for many years as SUNY Binghamton.
My oldest son,Ã‚Â 17, is entering his senior year in high school and it’s time toÃ‚Â check outÃ‚Â yet another college. Binghamton, the college’s brochure crows, is “the premier public university in the Northeast.”Ã‚Â OK, now howÃ‚Â do IÃ‚Â convince him to go there and how do we get him in.Ã‚Â (Just kidding. I know, I’m supposed to let him decide.)Ã‚Â
Now this brings us to the title of this post. My oldest son cannot be 17. As best I can figure it, he is about 12. And my youngest son, who everyone including the calendar says isÃ‚Â 12, can’t be more than seven, OK, maybe eight. I’m not talking about maturity or intelligence; I’m referring toÃ‚Â kids-age-in-parents’-brain time, the time scale that moves along at a more reasonableÃ‚Â pace.Ã‚Â
As best as I can tell, someone or some group is tampering with time.Ã‚Â I suspect they areÃ‚Â slipping anywhere from five to 10 seconds out of every minute – at least double that atÃ‚Â night, which explains why I’m always tired.
At the risk of soundingÃ‚Â a lot like my parents, their friends and my adult relativesÃ‚Â when I was growing up -Ã‚Â this parent thing is going way too fast.Ã‚Â So howÃ‚Â old are your kids, and how old should they be?