In the children’s message, the kids this week, "What kinds of things have you had to apologize for?" Anecdotes faded into streams of cuteness consciousness. But before he could land the plane, one six-year-old boy blurted the most revealing, unvarnished confession:

"You don't want to say you're sorry because then kids will know that you're weak. And then they'll be even more mean to you."

Mic drop. Childlike wonder, imagination, and naiveté replaced with self-preservation, scarcity, and a heart already learning to callus.

Even if shopping comes easily, an IKEA excursion can expose even the most committed of shoppers. I have a friend who imagines IKEA as the Swedish word for “hell.”…