Want to know the secret to getting a four year old to hike on his own 2 feet for 4 miles? Find a really cool older cousin that he adores to hold his hand. My boys insisted on riding the handtram across the gorge with their new best friends. At least that is how Jude referred to his cousin's cousin from the other side of the family, even though he couldn't ever remember his name. "Mom, I have 5 best friends. That one boy I can't remember his name..." But I am thinking of banning my boys from hanging out with their older cousins when they came home talking about nipple twisting, after witnessing the older boys fighting... :). Nice. Labels: Alaska, Children
