Enjoy Your Shiny New Prison Cell
Language: en
On June first—International Children’s Day—my twenty-nine-year-old sister-in-law, a grown woman suffering from a severe case of self-diagnosed "baby-brain," blocked the doorway of my office. She was wearing a puffy pink tutu, sucking noisily on a giant lollipop. "Charlotte, today is Baby’s day! Baby wants to be the President and Registered Corporate Owner as her Children’s Day present!" I stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "Are you out of your mind? The registered corporate owner bears all the personal liability and debt!" My husband, Daniel, gave me a cold, dismissive look from behind…