As soon as my daughter was born I was overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to keep her safe. Every object seemed a potential hazard, every situation a possible threat.
Ask your parent-friends what they think about Caillou and answers will range from “eh, I don’t really like him” to “Caillou is the Anti-Christ.”
Dear Daughter, This is your father writing. When you grow up, please please please like all of my favorite sports teams, so I have someone to pass along the torch of...