One time I overheard them fight about imaginary poop.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! IT'S NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL POOOOP!!"
I know I am not supposed to yell, and I have really been working on it.
To help me in this, I imagine myself as a feeble, sickly old man who cannot yell because the effort would kill him.
We put parenting books in the bathroom, to be sure we will read them.The bathroom is our escape.
Where other people turn to cable tv, high speed internet, and drugs to slip away from their lives, we retreat to our white tiled poustinia.
With a book in front of us, the sounds of rising chaos outside the door can feel like someone else's problem.
Parenting books are so helpful, especially the ones from the 1970s.
Take a look:
There are so many lessons in this simple cartoon.
I feel like a better parent already.