Recently, I went with my son and grandson to a small-college basketball game. My son is the coach of one of the teams, and I was along for the ride to amuse my 6-year-old grandson, Hank. Except for the game, which our team lost, all went well, and we returned to my son’s home.
Hank ran inside, and I was just walking to my car when grandson No. 2, age 5, plodded slump-shouldered toward me across the lawn.