In the treadmill that we call life, we parents tend to forget that our kids are essentially little sponges, ready to soak up whatever we choose to expose them to. Case in point, my 5-year-old son, who clearly is watching too many infomercials, told me, "Mommy, we need to buy Oxi-Clean in case I get a grape juice stain on my shirt." And my 9-year-old has professed her aspirations to be a … [Read more...]