Ok, I promise I’ll back off of the son stories for a while, but here’s one more for now. When Nick was between two and three years old, he was the cutest boy in the whole world, but I was not the best Mom in the whole world. My famous one-liner that described my less than stellar mothering skills during those pitiful years was that I was that up for the Mother of the Year Award. This was a joke among friends and my attempt to excuse my parenting flaws. Well, my most shameful child-rearing faux pas was depositing my precious boy in front of the television to watch undisclosed hours of children programming, as I tried to figure out how the heck to navigate marriage, ...............