Imagine you walk into a restaurant you've been dying to try. You've read the reviews. Your friends rave about it. You're starving. Game on. You reach for the menu with palpable excitement, but it's all over the place. Main courses mixed in with drinks. Appetizers thrown in on the dessert section
“You’re a kid. What do you know?” Maybe you haven’t said it, but you’ve thought it. The other afternoon I was walking the dog with my 4 year old daughter. As we tried to make our way down the sidewalk I kicked a piece of plastic that was sure to go in my French bulldog’s mouth, to the side. My 4 year old scolded me.