It’s a rainy Sunday, and I have dragged my adult daughter to an origami class. It is, after all, her birthday; and in our family, we really know how to celebrate.
We have signed up for the beginner class, titled: Family Fun. Accordingly, we find ourselves seated at a low table with several mothers and an array of squirming seven-to-ten-year-olds. I feel vaguely unqualified for what we are about to undergo. One mother looks at me suspiciously, but I just smile back.