Tomorrow's lesson: the meaning of the word "moral"
It seemed like such good, positive parenting. Rather than get visibly annoyed at Julia's eight millionth request to leave the dinner table to go potty, Paul calmly told her the story of the boy who cried wolf. Julia listened attentively, the pressing need of her bladder suddenly forgotten. "Do you understand?" Paul asked her when he'd finished the story. "Yes, I do," she replied. We both smiled proudly at her. She smiled back. And then without missing a beat, she pointed out the window. "Look, Daddy," she cried excitedly. "I see a wolf!"