While walking my 9-year-old daughter Violet to elementary school, we pass “the little physicist in the Radio Flyer Red Wagon.” Always in matching pajama tops and bottoms. Always pulled by his grandfather.1
The little physicist parks the wagon in front of a speed bump.
The grandfather ramps up anticipatory excitement:
“Here comes another car, get ready!”
“L…
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