The parental figure enters slowly, hands on hips, surveying the absolute carnage. Blocks smashed.Crayons decapitated.The walls look like a young Jackson Pollock went rogue. A deep sigh. “Right. Everyone sit down. Yes—all of you. I don’t care if you have nukes or a permanent security council seat. Bottoms on the floor. Cross-legged. Now.” A visual … Continue reading A Word from the Grown-Up in the Room