Teaching My Son to Get Into “Good Trouble”

One unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon, I walked around downtown, holding hands with my son. He’s four. So his inquisitive mind is always bursting with unrelenting questions and on this day, I had the time and temperament to answer every one. What’s that place? Can we go inside? What’s your favorite dinosaur? How do street lights … Continue reading Teaching My Son to Get Into “Good Trouble”