Bad Hair

“N. A. P. P. Y.” said my grandmother to her friend, as she struggled to get a comb through my hair. The woman, who like my grandmother was so light that she could almost pass for white, chuckled and nodded in agreement. Sensing that something was fishy, six-year-old me spelled the letters back. N. A. P. P. Y. ...

“YOUR HAIR IS UGLY,” SAID THE KID TO MY KID.

Your first reaction was to go right up to the school and give that child a good whop. However, you had enough good sense to know that going ham on a five-year-old would only land you in jail. No, there had to be a better way. But what exactly do you do when your child ...