The other day, we were fondly remembering the time when one of our daughters used to blow-torch all the food. For Christmas, the lovely and patient older daughter had received a crème brûlée torch, and for the next two weeks all our meals were singed a little on top: sandwiches, soups, sushi, salads — didn’t matter.
At the end of the two weeks, my daughter got her Class A welder’s license, which of course made her mother and me very proud. Our daughter almost burned down the house, but we were still very proud.
Hey, we’re all addicted to something.
Point is, kids are going to latch on to things, just as we latch on to them. It’s a latchy world,...