I have two kids, one of each. I have one A type and one B type. My girl came first and arrived complaining, "It’s too bright in here! That has an itchy tag!" The boy was quiet for far too long. He was 18 months before he uttered a word and then it was complete sentences. He asked for more apple juice.
They are night and day still. She is a Hillary girl, who loves to fight and has no respect for that "Hopie changie bullshit." She believes that you make your own luck. You have to use every opportunity and every one you can. She is the smartest funniest woman I ever met. She creates energy.
My boy is an Obama man. He's the Jimmie Stewart in Frank Capra movies. He is the calm at the center of any storm. People often underestimate him. His deep understaning of human nature comes as a surprise. That's why I call him my "hundred year old man."
These two were like matter meets anti-matter.
Their teenage years were hell. Often all I could do was ask "What do you want to do – solve the problem or win the argument – because you can’t have both."
