“What color do you see for Monday?†my son Jack asked as I heaved a chicken into the oven. “What?†I said distractedly, turning from the oven to slice some potatoes at the counter. It was late afternoon one day last fall, and I was preparing dinner and managing the demands of homework and tired toddlers.(One was in a tiara.) "What color is Monday?†he asked again, his robotic voice rising ever so slightly in irritation. “I … [Read more...]