Those of you with older kids, how did you realize that you have crossed the threshold into parenting an older child?
Just now The Miniature looked around the living room then dug around in the kitchen and I didn't even ask what he was up to. He pawed through a few drawers, poked around in random corners and cupboards, then walked out with a roll of tape. He informed me, "I was just looking for this." Then ran to the family room with it.
I thought, cool! You didn't nag me to find it for you. Wait, what's he using it for? Nah, I don't care. I'm sure it's fine. He's not going to hurt himself with it and the cats are both accounted for.