Having a standard & consistent method for disciplining our children has lead to having a happy home.

It’s a swift kick in the ass by some guy who’s got waaay better abs than you, runs around in armored underwear, and can kill 3,333 Persians in one go.

If you had told me in high school that my younger brother and I would turn out to be good friends later in life, I’d have informed you that there was a screw loose in your head. Today, I eat my words. During our formative years, calling us mortal enemies might have been an overstatement,…