It’s a Mystery

Sometime in the middle of that loud argument — and you don’t have to tell me I was loud too — in the Two by Two post, it occurred to me what part of the problem is.

When I was a kid and in a fit of pique about how my 6 years younger (Hi, Valter! (Hey, look, he’s the only other one in the family who was trained in translation and I don’t think so, but he might come by)) cousin was being raised. I started giving my aunt instructions (!) on how to train him and make him better, and she ...