Perfecting parent paranoia, is my new focus of the day. From the moment the squirmy little things are placed in my custody, I am consumed with being a better parent, but the advice book I’ve picked up today calls every other parenting book “bunk” and reminds me again that authors must be experts and authorities to sell books—or at least sound like it by degrading all opposing voices.
I think that this is precisely why these persons feel qualified to write books on parenting because professing to be an expert is not only a primary parental prerequisite—it is the parent's creed.
Reality Bite: Because I Said So. Not only am I an expert, but at times, I am a personification of the perfect one.
 Isn’t that a great alliteration?