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Whatever parenting Kool-Aid we’re drinking is laced with our own self-destruction.

When author Edan Lepucki’s son was in the fifth grade, his Los Angeles school went on lockdown. Through his Gizmo watch, he left a voicemail for his mom that pains Lepucki to remember even now.