It all started with my firstborn was about two years old. The Montessori school he attended was hosting “Mommies and Muffins” for Mother’s Day. It was a sweet and quaint celebration where all of the kids served the moms muffins and poured them juice in little cups. Of course by the time most of the muffins made their way to the floor, not much was fit for human consumption! As I got ready to find a seat with my son, I noticed the teacher trying to pacify an inconsolable little boy. As nose...