When I was six, I’d wake up at 5am on Saturdays to start watching cartoons. I could easily go til noon without a break. And I remember the guilt that would set in when my dad would give me a disapproving look as he told me that he and my brothers were outside moving the corral. I now find myself giving Henry and Ruby the same look as I witness them playing Minecraft on the iPad every spare moment they can find. It’s insane. They would rather play that than eat. I need a corral to move. Henry tells me you can do that in Minecraft.