The terrible “P” word finally reared its ugly head into my house the other day so like fighting a King Cobra that’s snapping at my family I stomped it dead in its tracks.

“Privacy” is the “P”-word I’m talking about.   My 10-year-old son Jonathan uttered that word to me the other day for the first time as he  ATTEMPTED to lock me out of his bedroom.  The problem for him was that  I actually don’t believe in “privacy” for kids under 18.  Here’s why you shouldn’t either: (more…)