The Sacrificial Lamb

My daughter, at age seven, is already learning how to game the system.  For Lent this year, she is giving up “screaming at my mommy.”   Such a carefully crafted sacrifice, while doing nothing to guide her towards civility, leaves me to bear, in full force, the vitriol of her displeasure.  This is akin to me giving up “Tanqueray martinis with a twist of lemon” after stocking the house with Bombay Saphire and blue cheese stuffed olives.

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