As a young parent, I looked out of our kitchen window and saw one of our boys sitting on the sidewalk by himself. Concerned that he had hurt himself or was lonely, I walked out and asked, “Why are you out here all by yourself?”
“I’m not, Dad,” he said. “Joe is with me.”
I couldn’t see anyone else, so I asked, “Joe? Joe who?”
“My best friend, Dad. Joe Fakeny.” (Yes, that was the name he had dreamed up!)
As I...
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