(Editor’s Note: Because the victim is a minor, his name has been changed). It’s official, I have failed as a parent. The other day, I picked up my son, Ethan, and his friend, “Bob”, from summer camp. While we were walking home, Bob was telling us how much he enjoyed playing baseball. “What position do you like to play?” I asked. “Batter,” he said, giving the type of verbose reply preferred by eight-year-olds everywhere. “You like to be a batter?” my son asked, with an evil glint in his eye that made me wary. “Yes.” “Great,” Ethan barely suppressed a grin, “Since you like beingRead More →