ROBBED OF INNOCENCE
I think I just shocked my daughter out of a year’s growth. We were getting them ready for bed, and she held her hands up in front of her with her fingers steepled in a praying position and bade me do the same. I dutifully held up my hands and copied her. “Has your mother ever stolen anything?” she asked. “No,” I answered. “Okay, now fold down your little fingers,” she commanded. I did. “Has your father ever stolen anything?” she asked next. “Um…not that I know of,” I answered. She squinched up her eyes and pursed her lips and...