When did children’s books get so preachy? Honestly, I feel like I can’t open a picture book these days without being hit over the head by a "Very Important Lesson." It’s like every story has been replaced by a thinly veiled therapy session or a high-strung lecture on moral superiority. Since when did we decide that kids need a manual for living instead of a reason to dream?

If you’ve ever tried to referee a dispute between siblings over who touched whose Lego, you know the "Truth" is a slippery little sucker. To one child, it was a blatant act of domestic terrorism; to the other, they were simply "moving a piece of plastic that was looking at them funny."

We’ve all seen it. One minute, your four-year-old is peacefully stacking blocks. The next, because you sliced their toast into triangles instead of rectangles, they’ve transformed into a Category 5 hurricane. Welcome to the era of the Tiny Tornado.