Grocery Shopping with Kids: A Tale of Two Ladies

The other day, I took my 2 boys grocery shopping at Aldi. The second we got in the car, R announced, "I don't want to go to Aldi!" "Sorry, Bud," I said. "We have to." "Nooooo!" he wailed from the back seat. I simply drove. When we arrived at Aldi, I grabbed my purse and my shopping bags, pulled the baby from his car seat, and stood by the open van door waiting on R. "Come on, Buddy. Let's go." "I'm not going!" "You have to," I said. "No I don't!" "Fine. Come on in when you're ready." A power struggle with a 5-year-old isn't really my thing, so I walked off toward the store. And just like I knew he would, R followed me. (At a distance. He had to save face, obvs.)

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Parent Judging: Advice Guide for Experts on Other People’s Kids

Several weeks ago, I published an article about a woman who criticized my parenting at a Starbucks. To jog your memory, she stared at me with a petrified look of helpless horror normally reserved for kidnapping victims or people being eaten by fire ants. She might also have been the Starbucks Ambassador for Keeping Children off of Stools. (Stools, as you know, are a top cause of childhood mortality and maiming.)

Hey! It’s My Radio Debut!

  Hello friends! I was a guest on The Roy Green Show today! Roy wanted to talk to me about my article, Sometimes You Just Want to Punch a Judgmental Stranger in the Face. Roy's show plays on the Corus Radio Network in Toronto. If you couldn't tune in to the show live, you can … Continue reading Hey! It’s My Radio Debut!

Parent Judging: Why Is Everyone an Expert on Other People’s Kids?

I was sitting with my family in the little cafe area at Target. (Naturally.) My husband was waiting in line at Starbucks, and my four kids, miraculously, were sitting and/or playing quietly while I worked on my grocery list. A mom and her two young boys were sitting at the table next to us, and at one point I looked up, caught her eye, and smiled. She did not smile back. That should've been my first clue that something was wrong with her.

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