DD9 is still in high-pitched, tight-voiced protest mode most of the time. I continually have to remind her to lower her voice from squeaky panic level when not everything in life is a dire emergency. I'm hoping she matures out of it, because the teen years are going to be hell on wheels otherwise.
DS13 (13 now!) will still tear up when he doesn't understand anything, or, for tonight's example, when it turns out I was right instead of him, in what we were going over for his algebra. Being wrong is instant cloud-mode. To be fair, I had the same problem at his age, and still do sometimes.
