“Popsicle! Popsicle!” Standing at the freezer, determined look in his eyes, he yells this at me, while the popsicle he just finished is still dripping down his face. One was not enough, he needs two. And after that, he may need another. And while you’re at it, why don’t you blow him some bubbles to entertain him while he eats his third popsicle. This is the life of my soon-to-be two year old, Walt. We lovingly refer to him as “the tyrant”. But he’s not a tyrant. He’s me. He’s you. He is our selfish nature come to life walking …
