The alternate title to this post could be, "How I resisted strangling my daughter and in the end was glad I didn't." So. Here we go. It was a typical Friday afternoon. Kids were happy, home from daycare, I'm scrambling to make dinner, the hubby is...I dunno, somewhere. The usual. My daughter is asking for a banana or yogurt or something. I don't remember. But she's not really asking. She's … [Continue reading...]