For my son, William, who came up with the idea that Hell isn’t eternal punishment from which there is no parole. “It’s more like jail. Or detention! You can get out, but you have to behave.”

And for my daughter, Christina, who grew up despite direct orders to the contrary. Sure, she’s a legal adult and can function quite well on her own even though in my mind she turned five last week, but I’m not old, dammit!