Kara: My sons are now nineteen and twenty-two. Our nineteen-year-old is home from college with us for the summer. My twenty-two-year-old lives on his own and, knock, knock, employed and all that good stuff. I can't tell you how many ridiculous, ridiculous texts that I send to them. Wash your hands. Save the grannies. Every time I see something on the news, you just get that mom feeling in your heart, like, did I tell them? Do they know? Are they going to do the right thing if they're not in front of me? When my son walks out the door with his -- I know he's going to ride his bike. I yell, "I love your brain." That's how I say wear your helmet. He's nineteen. I can't say wear your helmet, but I'm allowed to say I love your brain. It helps because you just get a second sometimes of their attention. In my family, teasing and sarcasm and humor, that's our love language. It's not for everyone. If your children are suffering from anxiety, you maybe don't want to say to them, straighten up or you're going to live in the basement forever. That might not be the way to go. You have to know your own kid.