One weekend, after dropping the boys off, I realized I’d forgotten their bag and drove back to Eileen’s house. When I arrived, the house was strangely quiet until I heard Eileen’s firm voice through an open window. Inside, I found my boys doing intense exercises in a cold room, looking exhausted and uncomfortable. I quickly wrapped them in blankets and confronted Eileen. She calmly explained that she was teaching them “discipline” to prepare them for life, but it was clearly too extreme for young children.
