Like most yuppie parents, I read Dr. Spock for crucial information, like what to do about projectile vomiting and earaches. But unlike many of my contemporaries, I ignored him on discipline. As a captive of the permissive '60s, he could be of no help to baby boomers, already hopelessly ambivalent about authority. Better to rely on the example of my own parents, who believed their children's happiness in the future was dependent on being sharply disciplined in the present.
If you adhere to that philosophy during the Terrible Twos, it doesn't surprise your kids if you stick with it through the...