Stealth parenting
After hours in the kitchen fixing dinner, indulging in a leisurely family meal, and assisting the clean-up crew, the table, floor, and counters are finally shipshape. My husband has shuffled off to bed and our teenage son, Jesse, has long since retreated to his room to study. I should finish planning for school tomorrow, but instead, I wander back into the kitchen. It’s 9 p.m. The house is silent, and I know I should keep it that way. But
