Earlier this week, I took my 2-year-old son to an NBA basketball game, Nets versus Celtics in Brooklyn. I know, I know, I know. I’ll stop you right there. If you have children who are older than two, you are laughing at me. You are howling at me. You idiot, you are saying. What were you thinking?
Also: My son, Jesse, is a genuine 2-year-old. He’s not two-and-a-half, or two-and-two-thirds, or two-and-three-quarters, but two-two. His second birthday was last week. He blew out two candles and got a firetruck. Jesse is into sirens and flashing lights and yelling “woo-woo-woo” as he pushes the fi...
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