Dan and I always enjoyed the summer days at the lake cabin in Minnesota. It's a noisy and happy time with grandchildren running around in wet bathing suits, adults scooping ice cream like crazy, playing our favorite game Double Cross, and swatting mosquitoes. Late in the evening we would start telling stories. Sometimes we laugh until we cry. At some point in the storytelling, our oldest child usually says to her siblings, "You don't know how lucky you were. Our parents were so strict with me I couldn't come in even ten minutes late. You owe me big time for breaking them in." We all laugh, but I also feel some good Lutheran guilt. Dan and I have been unfair. We were unfair when we spent so many hours with the child who was getting into trouble. It wasn't that we loved the well-adjusted chi…