The highlight of a recent camping trip was meeting a Hungarian dinosaur-enthusiast. He wasn’t scared of our three small, crazy children. In fact, he and my four-year-old daughter became fast friends, playing tic-tac-toe and pretending to be T-rexes. What I most appreciated about him was his authenticity. He said, “These are the best ages, when they are little. They like you and follow you everywhere. When they get older they start having… problems.” I noted some pain in his eyes. He has two teenaged boys. Even though I don’t have teenagers, I understood him completely. People usually tell me the

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