Ever since Pippi turned ten, Harry has been concerned.
Those double digits that his big sister now sports are a bit much for him.
"Pippi's getting too grown up," he tells me.
"Why?" I ask.
"She's not childish anymore," he says.
Hmmm - this about a girl who will give a big burp and laugh about it, who would much rather have some one get her a drink than pour it herself, who loves to play with her toys (almost as much as she likes reading); the girl who doesn't care what she wears, has no interest in make-up, nail polish, talking on the phone or pop music. This is the girl who is not childish anymore?
But then Pippi protests and says that Harry has always been too grown up. (She's been saying this since he was a toddler.) "But you're like a teenager," she complains.
He is very independent minded - but since he can't yet consistently tie his shoes or remember to flush the toilet - I hope there will be some improvement on that score before his teen years.
They are both who they are. Neither too old or too young.
They're not growing up too fast and I like that.
I wouldn't change them for the world.