
I’m practically a ninja.That’s what I tell myself anyway.15 years of nighttime blood sugar tests and I’m pretty adept at flipping around the obstacles in my house within the shadows of my children’s dreams. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of Lego mishaps. Action figures have tried to impale the soles of my feet. And I’ve slipped on a Pokemon card or two back in the day.But lately my boys have grown out of such things. The Nerf gun bullets that are around are a friendly foe and dirty clothes strewn on the floor are more than anything, a cake walk.It was last night I faced an unexpected enemy.I was in the 16 year old's room checking...