I often fear that I sound like one of Those Parents, boasting incessantly about my child's wit and brilliance while pretending to be modest, thereby causing you, the reader, to want to smack me. As an antidote, this column will be devoted to my fear that I am raising a sociopath.

We are in tantrum hell. On a recent flight, after a delightful visit with Jonathan's family in Los Angeles, as we congratulated ourselves in Dennis-Miller-ish preening self-satisfaction about how easygoing and well behaved our daughter had been for a solid week — which clearly was the case because we are such sensational parents — we experienced the Biggest Chaleria-Fit Ever. It was like watching Naomi Campbell learn that she'd have to share a dressing room.

from Josie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day(s)