My kid called me cringe. I need to decide if that's his problem or mine.

The author, shown with one of her sons, admitted that after some reflection, she Courtesy of Alexandra Frost. I was on my way to the bus stop, just like I am most mornings, with two of my five kids. I said hello to a neighbor and one of my kids spun around and told me I was being cringe. I naively thought I might breeze through this phase of parenting. I was wrong. I headed out to the bus stop with my two oldest sons of my five kids. At 11 and 9, and not yet in full preteenhood, I never he...