You’re a laid-back mom who takes chaos and disorder in stride, an easygoing soul rarely ruffled by the hurly-burly of children, household duties, or minor catastrophes. You and your husband are a get-along, go-along couple who dislike arguments and raised voices and enjoy savoring a glass of wine on the back deck while the three children and their friends romp in the backyard. “Keep calm and carry on” sums up your approach to life.
Then there’s your 11-year-old daughter. She takes charge of her younger siblings, cousins, and friends like a Marine Corps drill sergeant. This budding Napoleon is fiercely competitive, questions everything—“Why can’t I wear my sneakers to church?”—and could argue a Supreme Court justice into the ground.
