After his first day of daycare, my long, stinky son Basil came home with a report card that said he’d been well-behaved but also needed to work on “appropriate play”. As a parent, I decided to take this constructive criticism normally.
Initially I was just relieved that Basil hadn’t murdered one of the other attenders of the daycare, which has put me in the weird position of having a lot of empathy for Dexter’s dad.
