Sometimes in life, people will pick a fight with you with a small remark or gesture. I have always thought that responding to a rude comment would mean that I am lowering myself to another person’s level. If I had ever entertained someone’s immaturity, I would later be upset with myself for doing so. This was in part because I felt that most petty arguments were worthless and didn’t get anyone anywhere. For the most part, I still feel this way. I now realize though, that there are topics worth a little scuff, such as my children and my husband.
This past Monday, my tiny family attended a Labor Day festival in Naperville, Illinois. To make a long story short,