The shouts echo from the family room and as much as I try to avoid them, I know I’ll have to referee. I can’t see what’s taking place, but I know. My rising blood pressure is a sure sign. As I stand in the doorway, my suspicions are confirmed. There are hundreds of toys strewn across the house, but my four-year-old wants the one her big brother is playing with. It doesn’t matter that the airplane is missing a wheel and a fin. The reason she wants it is quite simple. Her brother has it. As Continue Reading
