Credit: Juliane Lacknett
I walked into my apartment, after being gone most of the day, to find my bewildered and frustrated husband and my two-year-old in the midst of an epic tantrum that had been going on for almost an hour. My son was angrily repeating, “boy,” over and over while pointing to our television. It took mere minutes to figure out what that meant and find the program my son wanted to watch.