I’m going to let you all in on a secret. I’m a terrible mom. When my kids get into trouble, instead of helping them, I laugh and take pictures. I think it builds character (and gives me the best pictures in the world to make slideshows to share with their very best friends at their rehearsal dinners 20 or 30 years from now). Don’t you wish the worst thing that could happen to
you was getting trapped in a bar stool?