The freak-out surprised me.
I thought I was doing O.K. on the not-freaking-out-as-a-parent front.
You see, this spring my son Will, who is 7, started developing a real love for basketball. He'd beg me to take him to the park near our home so we could sneak in a few shots before dark. I got that paternal twinkle as he started making layups with a real basketball--no need for those pint-size youth rocks--on a real rim. Don't lower it for Will, baby. I hadn't pushed him, I swear, but there he was, taking up a sport that runs deep in the...
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