It is 6:40 on a Tuesday evening. Dinner is twenty minutes from being ready, the younger one is melting down about a sock, and you hand over the tablet because you need eleven consecutive minutes to ch...
It's 7:40 on a Tuesday. The tablet has been on for what feels like twenty minutes and has actually been on for ninety. You say the words you've said a hundred times — five more minutes — and five minu...
A friend of mine told me about the afternoon her seven-year-old melted down in a toy aisle. Not over the toy — over the explanation. "You said we didn't have money," he said, "but you just used the ca...
