This past weekend I was at the Original Pancake House with my mom, my sister, and her two beautiful daughters, my nieces Sophia and Anna. Anna is two. I love my nieces but, wow -- they're a handful. Sometimes they make me long for unconsciousness.
My sister was struggling with Anna, and my mom was helping... the most I could manage was to videotape the upheaval. Like a journalist at a riot. I offer no solutions; I'm just a witness.