One of my frustrations as a parent is when children convince themselves of an untruth so throughly that they act as though it’s true.
I got every parent’s favourite call yesterday – the one from the principal where you get asked to come by the office for a little chat about your kid – that call.
So I’m taking three kids under 11 years of age on a plane trip to Georgia.
So I don’t make my kids do their homework. I confess that it causes ongoing, low-grade conflict with their teachers, but I have my reasons.
I don’t know how many neighbourhoods have an outdoor street party each year with live music and dancing and family costumes.
“Look, Dad!” my middle son said as he came home the other day. “I got an iPad!”