BR: Dearest Daughter

The little one adores you now, Dad, but brace yourself for the next chapter

My sandy-haired, gap-toothed six-year-old daughter got a pair of cleated black shoes and shin guards so she can attend soccer camp this month, which she wants to do because her pal Charlie is going, and that is how the twig is bent around here. The dad has little to say about it. Fate is everything. Thanks to a dog who jumped on her when she was three,…