The evening wore on, and my children were busy amusing themselves, chattering back and forth between their bedrooms. From another room in the house I could hear my son and daughter talking excitedly about some new scheme they were collaborating on. As I listened, I gathered they were planning a Christmas decorating contest, and my daughter wanted me to be the judge.
My son protested, â€śWe can't have Mom be the judge. You know who she always picks to win.â€ť My ears perked up, and I wondered if I unknowingly favored one child over the others.