I started belaying my dad on multipitch when I was 12. He just tied me in and didn't fall.
7 years later it's changed, I tie him down and do most the leading, watching me run it out makes him nervous. Also I get to carry the rope, rack, and food bag, he calls me sherpa. I've gotten very good at jabbing him in the ribs while still remaining mostly asleep myself when he is snoring away in the tent, bring some earplugs for your kids sake.
Still, every climbing trip I do with him is a great time and I look forward to many more in the future.
here's a precious moment captured on film from a few years back.
contemplating the rappel with the waeschle brothers, August 2009 in the Needles