If you have ever lived with an 8-year-old, you know that they are a walking paradox. One minute they are reciting facts about black holes with the seriousness of a NASA engineer, and the next, they are trying to see how far they can slide across the kitchen floor in their socks.
So, to the 8-year-old feet currently kicking the back of my car seat: 8 year old feet
I see you. I see the fading bruise on the left ankle from the bike crash. I see the band-aid on the right heel from the blister caused by the new "cool" shoes. I see the faint line of marker where your friend drew a "tattoo" during recess. If you have ever lived with an 8-year-old,