Rene and the other young boy in the house played all afternoon and evening. At one point they found a small skateboard we'd never seen before in the entryway (a visiting teenager must have put it there?).
"skateboard!" They called out beaming as they headed through the kitchen toward the stairs to the back yard.
"Make sure you put on shoes and a helmet," the other mom instructed.
"Rene! You are not playing with a skateboard with your platelets at 25!" I anounced as a bolt of worry shot through me.
Then everyone listening started laughing. "That sounds so normal when you say it, but you'd only hear that in this house."
Rene was comfortable with the limit.