Raising Kids Who Love To Make Things
It’s lunchtime as I write this and my daughter Lizzy is making lasagna, not helping with lasagna but making it. Her brother Peter sulks nearby because it was supposed to be his turn at the stove this weekend, and these two now argue over who gets to cook the way other kids argue over the front seat. For years I was the best cook in this house, and that title is gone. I lost it on purpose, and it’s one...
