A little girl sporting a blue tutu came into view the other day as I walked by a school parking lot. But it wasn’t the tutu that caught my attention—it was her mother’s various commands and entreaties that she was happily ignoring. “It’s time to go, honey!” No movement. “We need to go home now,” came the repeated request, but little tutu lady kept playing behind a dwindling snow pile. “One … two,” the increasingly frustrated mother counted. Leaving the pair behind to sort out their homeward bound issues, I soon came upon another child playing while her parents looked on. Repeating the “time to go!” command numerous times to no avail, her mother finally told her that she had one more minute to play, but within seconds, she also told the little girl that “the minute is up,” completely reneging on the—apparently dishonest—promise just made. I get it. In …