“Sorry, Dr. Kirschstein,” I mumble. “My daughter… there was glitter in her room and…” He frowns at me. I’m scared that I really am somehow going to get court marshaled for this. “I’m bringing you my wife’s book on child management,” he says. “Oh,” I say. “Um, thanks.” “This time I won’t forget,” he says. “I think you could benefit from it, Doctor.” I stand by my original assertion—glitter is worse than herpes. (But it’s better than play-doh.) _____
