"C’mon Jack,” Amy grabbed her keys and backpack. “We are going to be late.” My 5’10” freshman, Jack, emerged from his room still in his PJ’s. His tousled mop of hair looked as if he had just walked backwards through a wind tunnel. “Just go without him,” I took a drink of hot coffee and finished writing out my long'To-Do" list. “I'll take him to school.” Jack meandered into the kitchen, sat at the counter and poured himself a bowl of Mini-Wheats. I wanted to scold him for not being ... View the Post