You play for keeps, don't you?
I’m impatient with teenagers ... as I’m sure my parents and grandparents were when they had them! I wish there was a way comfortable suburban teens could get a dose of reality sufficient to make them realize how good they have it, but without fatal consequences.
My oldest daughter joined the Coast Guard when she turned 18, and has visited many of the cruddier parts of the Pacific Rim. She’s a fire-eating radical right-wing fanatic.
(And I agree about Washington.)