“Dad, come here. I want to show you something,” my 5-year-old son pleaded, his voice cracking with frustration. We were both upset. His frustration was the result of just being scolded, a scolding he had received one too many times. My frustration stemmed from having to do the scolding, one too many times. We had been battling over bath towels being left on the bathroom floor for quite some time now. My daughter and son felt it wasn’t necessary to hang them up after use. I, in turn, would walk in and step in one of those invisible puddles of water they left behind, while almost tripping over a towel or two. I would get mad, shout out a few kind words, hang up the towels, and then change out of my wet socks. Read more at IndustryWeek.