We had an incident Friday. It got so bad that we had to leave the gym. It all started like this: my four-and-a-half-year-old daughter wanted to watch a movie when she got home from camp. She picked “Santa Paws,” which I couldn’t believe was still in play. Because she’ll read/watch/wear Christmas stuff at any time of year (just like her grandma), I’ve taken care to pack up ALL Christmas stuff together for storage in January. But she found the movie I left behind. I played it for her. After all, I told myself, I wouldn’t be watching it. I had to make coleslaw for a potluck.
