I am calling a moratorium on all things little. Little letters. Little cars. Little baby dolls. No more little things until Christmas, if then. I am certain toymakers aren’t parents. I mean, who would make little things parents can step on in the middle of the night? Who would make things so small it takes 100 times longer to pick them up than to scatter them across the floor? And who would make little things that can so easily be lost in corners, under the bed, anywhere else they may find a new home? They have to be anti-parent. They have to be. Maybe I should start a revolution against all things little, except kids, of course.