"Who has a question?" I asked in the kitchen full of family.
"I got one!" my brother said.
"What?" I looked up at him doubtfully.
"What's the best age?" he asked.
"Hm," I said.
"That's not bad," said V.
"It's good. Listen, is it the two year old whose biggest concern is having an awesome time in the snow?" He pointed out the window where the little ones rolled around outside. "Or is it the 40 year old who has a job to keep, mouths to feed and a mortgage to pay but can at least make all their own decisions?"
"I can work with that," I replied.
"See, that wasn't hard. You need questions? You can call me everyday," he said.
I rolled my eyes and began typing.
So, what's the best age?
3 years ago