Contemporary cousins came as a welcome novelty. We’d visited, and we’d received visits, but not enough of either to turn faraway relatives into friends. Marc and Rebecca were both 4; Becca and Cyndi were close enough in age to become friends, as were Nathan and Chris.
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Becca and Cyndi shared the whole repertoire of girliness and, we suspect, helped wean our Be-bop away from her early self-identification as “one of the boys.”
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We were pleased that the kids who didn’t automatically pair off by age group were pretty good at associating across developmental gaps: everybody enjoyed Justin; Rick and Erik shared music and sports interests, and Debbies’s artistic and inventive predilections held wide appeal.
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Age Four is a time of exploration, and these two cuties reinforced each other’s lawful tendencies. Gave us another pair of “Twins,” —even, occasionally, “Terrible Twins,” but only in somewhat bemused jest.
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