“You go and read any book on child-rearing, and every one of them is in favor of bud nipping. You got to nip it, Andy. NIP IT IN THE BUD.” Barney Fife Sitting under a shade tree down by the creek, watching Eva play with Samson (Maximus sat stationed by Charlotte’s stroller in case he was called upon to serve), I listened to my neighbor tell me how discipline seemed to be a thing of the past. She is seventy-eight […]
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