Why is it that when we go to a family dinner we all resort back to being kids again? Hate being stuck in the middle of the dinner table? Well- suck it up buttercup, and pass the salt! (your brother’s words, not mine…) No matter our age, those same old chips on the shoulders emerge despite it having been 40 years ago since you threw your Barbie into the toilet during a hissy fit. The same can be said for our parental conversations. The patterns emerge, we settle into our roles