“You’re lucky. You got good kids.”

While discussing my love for my children the other day (I’m a mom, we’re known to do that) my lunch partner said, “Yeah, well — you’re lucky.  You got good kids.”  He said this in a way that implied I had somehow picked my children up in a serendipitous cosmic yard sale, narrowly missing going home with the ill-tempered Garbage Patch Dolls sitting to their left. Questioning my companion’s usually diplomatic communication skills, I inquired why he chose to label […]