Apparently, There is a Rule Number Three

We have a couple of absolute rules in our house.

Rule number one is "Don't mess with a happy baby." This is one of those simple but genius policies and each of the older children knows this rule by heart.

Another rule, not verbalized quite as often is, "Don't ever hit a girl." It may seem antiquated, but teaching our (many) boys to be chivalrous protectors matters. Having a strong, independent sister leaves few opportunities for traditional rescues, as she is likely to strike first and refuse their offers of help in order to save herself. She also possesses that most important female ability to identify and exploit the boys' weaknesses, causing tears, frustration and anger, thus the need for "Don't ever hit a girl."

Recently, at a family dinner augmented by three neighborhood children, the subject of an annoying girl came up. One of the rougher neighbor boys commented that he was going to "whack her." Never wanting to miss an opportunity to positively influence our neighborhood urchins, I spoke up.

"I know she frustrates you, but you are responsible for your own actions, even if she is bothering you. Remember, what's the most important rule about girls... Asker?"

"Dont' ever, ever mess with my mom!"