Elisa's Journal

My husband was doing what he usually does ad nauseum--fussing with the kids in a way that breaks like 14 rules from each chapter of my books. He tries. He really does. But it's the old school European in him that sticks a giant smelly foot into a cavernous, echoing mouth. In response, Annika defiantly fusses back with: 'Ya know, you should read Mama's books like "Raising Children Who Think for Themselves," Pappa! (This vengeful ploy is second only to my kids telling me I need to read my books again.) Lukas, naturally wanting to launch his own attach to get the better of his little sister in retaliation of the hundreds of eye rolling, tongue sticking out, "whatevers," and tattling, told her "Mom wrote about kids thinking for themselves. That doesn't mean thinking bratilogically about themselves, Dummy." How 'bout that new vocabulary word, eh? Now that's thinking for himself!!