A few years ago my girls were taking Yoga with a woman we'll call Jane. They decided after week 3 that they did not like it ('too flaky, mom, and strange chanting and seriousness') but I insisted they stick with it to the end. I had not met the instructor before the term was completed, a kiss and ride aspect that goes with this age and stage of parenting older children. When I finally did meet her she extolled their virtues; they were so polite, kind and open to try new things. All things a parent never grows tired of hearing although good manners eventually force you to reluctantly change the subject. I asked about her children she said " I have an eight year old boy and I am a single mother." When I told her we had that status in common, her eyes widened in disbelief "I just assumed these girls were from a perfect family." The window was there, I had to open it wide. " They are from a perfect family" rolled out of my mouth and I believed it when I said it.