I told my boys not to swap away toys I'd just bought them. Then my line in the sand crumbled
This essay originally appeared in The Globe and Mail.
Every schoolday, I pick up my kids at the bus stop and greet them with a big smile. I get toothy grins in return. Sometimes we walk home, sometimes we waddle. Sometimes it’s a piggyback.
Ambling home one day, my eldest son announces: “I’m gonna trade toys with . . .