My daughter always pretends she’s a policeman, and has a shiny badge made out of a scrap of reflective bubble wrap that she tapes on her clothes. I asked her what kind of police work she was doing. “Giving people tickets! Here you go mommy,” she said happily. She tore a scrap of paper from a little notebook she was carrying around. I said, “Oh no, what did I do to get a ticket?” She replied, “Nothing, this ticket is to go to a show!” Then later she was giving a ticket to her little brother. “Here you go, this is your train ticket.” I’m never telling her that policemen don’t give out the fun kind of tickets. Never.