A bit of humor kicks off the column:
Gnat came along, and while they worked we went to the deli across the street for hot chocolate and coffee. It’s the ordinary moments that count with kids – not the toys or treats or indulgences, but time. More than anything they want your time. (And toys and treats and indulgences.) We played tic-tac-toe (somehow, she beat me) and Napkin Soccer. The latter requires a salt-and-pepper shaker and a wadded-up napkin. You use your hand as a goalie. She beat me 4-3, whereupon two British guys in a nearby booth set fire to the place, threw a chair through the window, ran down the street, beat up three Italians and set fire to a Somali-owned convenience store. I hate soccer.
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