That’s Hair Trigger on the right. Once again, Catherine Newman is writing about my life. Living with Grace right now is like walking in a minefield. Tonight, for example. She decided she needed a band-aid, and when I inadvertently pressed one of the sticky sides to her foot she just lost it – she wanted to do that her own self. Or, the other day, when I blithely buckled Whit into his carseat before she was finished buckling. My God. Who knows what tiny things set her off? Poor girl has the worst of both of us: my incredible OCD tendencies with Matt’s fiery temper. It’s a pretty incendiary combination, and I am not particularly looking forward to adolescence.