I’ve talked to a lot of people about a lot of different ways to be a parent, and I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re all right because pretty much anything works for some kids. Tell your kids to say va-jay-jay? Sure, why not. Start raisins at one year or four? You know your kid, make up your own mind. Play in the dirt? Up to you.
Sitting here in the dark, about to go in and help a screaming Boo get herself down for the 818th time, I’m inclined to think, that there’s at least one absolute:
Teach your kids to put themselves to sleep. Sometime before they’re teenagers.
Maybe it just seems like an absolute rule because it’s near midnight.