My son walks into my office and tosses a school permission slip onto my desk the way he has so many other times over the past 12 years of school, 13 if we count kindergarten. Before I can reach for it to see where he is off to this time, he walks back in and grabs it back. “I just realized,” he says with a smirk, “I’m 18 now and can sign this myself!” And just like that, my … [Read more...]