What Kind of Fool Am I?

True confessions of a recovering fool

One night five years ago, my son—who was four at the time—refused to stay in his bed and go to sleep. Instead, he whined, pouted, and screamed.As the power struggle escalated, I did what any rational dad would do: I let him know who was in charge, threatening him with the lifelong loss of computer games, candy, dessert, Saturday–morning