This morning my kindergartener was tiffed at me at drop off.  We drop off at the back of the school, so there’s not a lot of traffic/kids and plenty of time to pick a fight.  Between the time that he huffed out the back door of the car and started mad-fast-walking up the sidewalk and when I finished loading up his sister with her backpack, lunchbox, water bottle, and freshly-potted mint plant for her teacher’s birthday, I had lost sight of him, and he was gone. I wondered if I should have made him stay and talk it out until he “got it”, but we were running late and I needed to get to work.  We’ve been having a lot of disagreements lately, mostly centered around all the “work” it takes … Read entire article »