Every royal court has its jesters and its grumpy dragons. In your family, the jester is the toddler who hides your car keys, and the dragon is the teenager who sighs like you just asked them to climb Everest. You don’t silence the chaos; you crown it.
Last week, my daughter cried because I used the “wrong” butter knife. I could have launched into a lecture, but instead I bowed and said, “Your Majesty, I shall fetch the sacred butter knife.” She giggled, and we both forgot what we were mad about. Bowing to nonsense is surprisingly effective.
