It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s an editor!
Editors are superheroes – at least according to a song by Samsa and Headhaunter. These are not musicians I had heard of until my 18-year-old son said: “Mom, you’ll love this song.”
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It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s an editor!
Editors are superheroes – at least according to a song by Samsa and Headhaunter. These are not musicians I had heard of until my 18-year-old son said: “Mom, you’ll love this song.”
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When my son was little, and I was on older mom (I had him when I was 40), my mantra was to pick my battles. I decided I didn’t care if he used the couch as a jungle gym, or refused to eat anything but noodles and apples and bacon. I did care though about safety and teaching him not to hurt other people. And manners. Manners were important.
So I made him say please when he wanted things, and thank you when he got them, using that old trick of asking for the magic word. He has always been a quick study, so pretty soon the magic word was an emphatic “please and thank you”, said really fast. He figured if he said all the magic words at once he would get results.
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