That Time Our Kid Found a Condom on the Sidewalk

This weekend we had a barbecue with some friends at a park by Lake Michigan. The sun shone, a breeze blew, the kids played while the grown-ups talked. It was picturesque and lovely and perfect. And then our 10-year-old, Dolittle, …

No Means No. Unless You’re Five.

On the way home from a long wait at the doctor, I gave 5-year-old BoyWonder a Ziploc bag of tortilla chips in the car. Our conversation after he finished them off: Can I have some more chips, please? No, we’ll …