My nephew Jeremy had been pushing boundaries for as long as anyone could remember.
At ten years old, he had spent most of his life testing every limit in every room he entered. Rules meant nothing to him. He talked back to adults he had just met. Other people’s belongings were props in a story where he was always the main character.
My sister Kelsey had a name for it: “Gentle parenting.”
I had another name for it—but I tried to keep that to myself.
Whenever someone in the family tried to correct Jeremy, Kelsey would immediately step in with the same breezy line: “He’s just expressing himself.”
The Breaking Point
One day, Jeremy took it too far.
While I was at work, Kelsey brought him over to my house. She knew I had just bought my dream car—a sleek, brand-new model I’d saved up for years to afford. She also knew I kept it parked in the driveway.....
