Things got a little hairy on the mothering front last night because it was Report Card Day. There was a difference of opinion between Noah and me about what constitutes a “good report card” and I ended up locking him out of the house. Yes indeed. In a move of deep maternal wisdom, after he stormed out the front door and slammed it behind him, my hand went right for the lock and clicked it shut. “That kid is not getting back into this house,” I thought. A well-thought-out parenting strategy if ever there was one.