DADWAGON

My custody arrangement with JP’s mother is hopelessly complicated. Please all, take out your calculators as I explain.
It is divided into a four-week rotating schedule, under which the following rules apply:
On week 1, I spend the first two nights of the week with JP along with the two nights of the weekend. I also have [...]

JP just returned from a week’s vacation, and needless to say, I am inordinately excited to see him. This isn’t as much of a given as it might seem at first. One of the semi-rules (semi in the sense that I feel free to break them) I have established for myself as a divorced father [...]

JP and I are on vacation this week, visiting my mother and stepfather. It’s a good time for both of us—I get a week of round-the-clock babysitting, and JP gets seven days of blissful 100 percent attention from all the people around (not to mention about twenty desserts per day). My mother has also redone [...]

This week’s Tantrum has an obvious answer. Arguing in front of your kids was part of the recent definition of ghetto parenting, and with good reason: you don’t need to be Phil Zimbardo to realize that a child of a hostile environment may well turn out hostile themselves.
And yet, I’d like to argue in favor [...]