One of my daughters, might have had the advantage of most lawyers at age two. By the time she turned ten, she could befuddle my brain to the place where not only did I forget the point of my argument, I couldn’t even remember for which side I fought. As parents we did our best to refine this less-finer aspect of her character—the art of dispute.

It was not easy….

“But you said if I cleaned my room, I could stay up later,” she whined. It sounded like an echo in my ear…

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