Let This Be Your Mantra.

Sometimes I dole out wisdom as if it was so much free hard candy at the reception desk of life.

For example, Walker was pretty crabby this morning ... flailing, fussing, and being generally unpleasant. I was changing his diaper and getting him clothed for what promised to be a fantasmic day at daycare. Socks, shoes, shirt, the works. And he was not having any of it, he was windmilling his arms around and more than once he would really pop himself square in the head. I found myself saying something to him that I think, really, are words for all of us to live by—

"Stop hitting yourself in the head. It will not improve your mood."