Three days after moving into our dream home, our neighbors called the authorities over our kids playing—six months later, my son was afraid to laugh in his own backyard

I saw the small crease between her eyebrows that hadn’t been there a month ago.

“Sweetheart, can you use your inside voice, please?”

The compromises kept piling up.

“Let’s play inside today, guys. It’s too hot out.”

“Don’t leave your bike in the driveway, okay? Bring it into the garage.”

“Maybe we skip the sprinklers this weekend. The grass needs a break.continue reading …