How will superhero overload affect my young sons? | Toronto Star

My husband and my sons have long, intricate conversations about farts. I listen to them in open-mouthed disbelief. "The louder they are, the less they stink," says one, and they all nod. "Remember that time I farted and did a somersault?" and they all laugh.

Losing my patience with Lego, one brick at a time | Toronto Star

Lego is the ultimate toy, full of engineer-in-training complexity and bursting with potential creative play - as nutritious for a child's growing mind as milk and kale. Which is a little hard to remember when I'm vacuuming up, tripping over and picking moulded plastic bricks out of pockets and socks.

Do not pass Go, do not get mad at your family | Toronto Star

I knew I was in trouble when my youngest son Ibrahim gave me a hug and a kiss. "It's all right, Mommy." But it wasn't all right. I had landed on Park Place, which had two houses. The landlord (a.k.a. my eleven-year-old son, Mustafa) was demanding payment: $550.