It’s a story so bad it has to be true. The 2nd Earl of Leicester was walking down the hallway of his enormous estate. A young nurse holding the hand of a child passed him in the corridor. “Whose child is that?” he asked her. Taken aback, it was all she could do to utter calmly, “Yours, my lord.”
Needless to say, the earl died unhappy and mostly alone.
Now, thankfully, most of us are not this aloof. No one would accept or condone that kind of absentee parenting anymore—or even just the more benign aristocratic hands-off style the British were known for. But still, it begs the question: How well do you know your kids . . . really?