Gremlins, Leeches, and the Failure of the Serenity Prayer

I have a toddler.   Anyone who has raised one knows it is among the most exhausting things you will ever do. They are in constant motion—usually in the wrong direction.   Whether toward danger or irresponsibility they jigger gigglingly toward it. Toddlers survive because parents constantly jerk their verbal leashes and, sometimes, their literal…