One comment I hear often about my personality is that I’m calm and collected — that I keep my cool in high-drama situations.

It hasn’t always been this way, but when one is subjected to blessed by three messy, active boys in under four years, one has a tendency to learn to tolerate high levels of noise, roughhousing, and tomfoolery.

It takes a lot for me to lose my cool, but last week it happened. It wasn’t my kids who fanned my flames either — it was a stranger in a restaurant who crossed the line and did something I just can’t ignore.

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