That Time My Daughter Told a Big Kid, “You’re Not the Boss of Me”

There I was, sitting on a thinly carpeted concrete floor while my daughter was in karate class. Like an explosion, all the kids rushed out the door and lined up at the water fountain. When it was my daughter’s turn, a bigger kid started counting to 3, the universal sign for “hurry up, I’m thirsty!”  My daughter…Continue Reading “That Time My Daughter Told a Big Kid, “You’re Not the Boss of Me””