It might seem like we are one big happy family here at the Derby, but nooooo. We hate each other's guts.
We righteously judge each other's parenting decisions. It's like living
in a chat room, where you consider yourself lucky if the worst flame
you get is "you facist evil devil parent!" We make the corporate
culture at Enron look cuddly. And when it comes to one of the big,
important parenting issues, like how to handle the influx of Halloween
candy, well, you can imagine that the fur is flying. Meow.
Me,
I take a very hands-off stand with the candy, because I want my
daughter to learn personal responsibility and consequences and because
I'm the kind of harried mom that hates to impose rules and discipline
and the kinds of things that will help her actually function in the
world.
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