On a sweltering summers day I found myself working my way through the zoo with my two children when a fight erupted over which animal we would visit next. I love my children, but their fights are often never discrete. I think kids may have an intuitive sense for how loud they need to be in order to elicit glares and stares from the innocent bystanders. I may or may not have given them over-priced ice cream as a deflection from the heat, and in my best momma means business voice, “if-you-do-not-stop-right-now-I-will-march-you-right-out-to-the-car-and-we-will-go-home” talk. It was not the first time, and won’t be the last.