“Laughing at Big Fat Liar in a Manhattan movie theater on a recent Sunday afternoon with my daughters, ages 7 and 4, I thought to myself, “Hey, separation may not be as bad as I’d envisioned, for the girls or for me.” We’d already had a full morning at the aquarium on Coney Island, dancing in the near-empty subway cars en route. And here we were, happily devouring popcorn and falling in love with Frankie Muniz.
Then a half-hour into the movie, my younger daughter leaned over and whispered seven dreaded words: “I need to go to the bathroom.” This despite …read more