There comes a time when you have to stop nagging your teens (and the tween, ’cause he gets the older treatment years before the others did). I have been working on it for a while. Here is my latest attempt. I write what I would nag them about on the index card. I put it on the fridge. There. Done nagging. If they choose not to do it, fine. I did my part. Here’s hoping it helps in saving my sanity.