For better and for worse, the children of US lawyers are learning their parent’s trade. Elana Sigall reports
My husband Michael and I – both lawyers – had another two-lawyer family over for Sunday night dinner. There were six children in all; our three-year-old, Laila, was the youngest. The bigger kids finished their burgers and went off to play, but she was still eating. Michael said that she would need to eat if she wanted dessert. Trying to divert him, she asked for more juice. My husband encouraged her to take three more bites.
