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An expert weighs in on what to do you when your son loves to love himself.
A friend recently wrote me asking how to deal with an issue her kindergartener is having. Apparently his "best friend" has turned-coat and become a "best enemy." Worse, the ex is now trying to incite mutiny with the boy's new closest cohort.
No one is taking the position I am, which is to say, simply, that octuplets are GROSS.
As someone who's worked with young kids for 20 years, I'm consistently asked to defend my decision not to have children. I faithfully explain that I'm far too immersed in my interests, projects, and hedonistic lifestyle to make the necessary time for raising a child. This usually suffices. But strangely, the same need for justification does not seem to apply to the decision to procreate.
Discounting jokes about air travel; romantic comedies about Americans finding love abroad; and every single policy proposed, supported, or initiated by the Bush administration; there is little in the world more annoying than a whiny child.
As we near the end of what I call "Candy Season" -- a term that begins at Halloween and lasts through January 1st -- and approach the "Dour Season" of ambitious New Year's resolutions, I have a few thoughts on how to manage children's intake of fun compelling garbage like sweets, snacks, and TV.
The holiday season means bad weather, unwanted gifts, overeating, and ... family trips.