Go in, or let him cry it out
>> Sunday, May 9, 2010
Dear Amy: I guess you think owning two cows and a golden egg in Farmville makes you a parenting expert. Not even close! This decision is made only by you. Thirty years from now when the toothless, meth soaked shell of your former self has moved back in with your grown son, and you’re crying your diapered ass to sleep, the decision will be his. Will he, A – come in and comfort you, or B - let you cry it out. 