How I Taught My Husband to Parent Our Daughter Differently Than Our Son

For the fifth morning in a row, my daughter was about to leave for school with Hot Mess Hair and I couldn’t take it. Her father had pulled her gorgeous golden locks into a messy, tangled, sad excuse of a ponytail that looked more like a hairball than a hairstyle. He was trying to pitch in to help make our school mornings run more smoothly,…

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