It was decades ago now, but I vividly remember coming home from a trip when my son, Ben, was about 3 or 4 years old. I came in and gave him a small gift and talked for a minute or two before sitting down in my chair to read the newspaper. Ben was still down on the floor playing, talking to me, when all of a sudden, he just crashed through that paper in my lap, got right up close and pulled my …
