One of the paradoxes of motherhood (parenthood in general) is that I feel like a broken record but I can’t let some things go–lessons to be learned!  morals to impart!  I have to reduce my rules down to threes so the people will remember (and hopefully) follow them.  What brought this to mind was the kitchen garbage. “STOP!”  I say, rather loudly.  “Before you dump your plates into the garbage, I want you to make sure you get it in the center of the garbage can–not the side, not the lid, not the floor–dump it in the center of the can.”  For my younger son, I add, “Just like the toilet–not on…