Yes, I Was My Daughter’s Biggest Problem!

One of our favorite family stories came to mind today during a FaceTime conversation with my eighteen-year-old daughter who is living in Morocco this year studying Arabic:  When my son was three, said eighteen-year-old then eleven dropped something in the kitchen and exclaimed, “F**k!!” to which my son replied, “Do NOT say that word.”  He paused, took a breath, stared down his sister, and admonished, enunciating each word, “That. . . Is . . . Mommy’s. . .Word!”  

Aside from our family’s q...