Edit: title should say “10 year old son”Here is my original angst, which has not yet been decided: https://ift.tt/2PrSwF4 I went out to my yard yet again to check on them, but at the same time my son called me to tell me they were headed home. I waved at them and asked if they wanted me to come meet them to walk them home; my son said yes. I was barefoot, but I only had to cross two streets and I know they are fairly smooth and not generally full of broken glass or anything, so I went out to meet them. They waited at the corner until I got there, then my son asked if he could show me something. I jokingly mentioned that I was barefoot, so I hoped I wouldn’t have to step in anything sharp or gross. He immediately took off his flip flops and insisted that I wear them (he’s a big kid with even bigger feet- his shoes/flip flops fit me.) I argued for a minute and then agreed, thinking that I want to encourage him to be thoughtful and giving rather than thinking that everyone will always turn it down anyway.)So I wore his flip flops and held my five year old’s hand and we walked across the park. He showed me how some people had thrown their litter (fast food wrappers and cups) on the ground. I told him that it wasn’t nice that they did that, but asked him if we should pick them up. He said yes, so the three of us spent about five minutes picking up the wrappers and cups and throwing them away. That’s who he is. I can’t bring myself to regret setting him loose. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2MmjzU8
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