The following brief essay was written several years ago when my daughter was only four years old.
I’ve been travelling a great deal lately and feeling the pangs of conscience for these protracted absences from my family. Yesterday, to compensate for the fact that I am once again about to leave my children to fulfill my teaching and speaking commitments, I declared the day a “playing day”, which my four-year-old usually associates with the weekends. Since I will be leaving for the airport at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow morning (ouch!), thereby confiscating the weekend’s play from my blameless child, I thought that

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