Because trouble comes in all sizes.
Attended a baptism party recently. On the surface, one would guess such a gathering would be a low key family event. Little did I suspect the combination of an empty dance floor, balloons, eight or so kids ranging in age from 2 to 10 and a copious amount of sweets could erupt into a cage match of epic proportions.
It’s official now, I’m a parent of a child attending school. This past week my wife and I went to our first parent teacher meeting. My son’s instructor is a no nonsense tough as nails woman of Irish/Italian descent possessing decades of experience working with children. She kind of reminded me of the nuns from my own parochial elementary school days. They wielded power through a combination of discipline and intimidation…the intimidation manifesting itself via a good right hook to the head if you stepped out of line. The mere raising of an eyebrow from one of these holy warriors would result in even the most brazen student to cower in fear. Ah, the good old days.