Summary: My daughter and son-in-law joined us last weekend for a family get-together in the mountains. Naturally, they brought along our first grandchild, a 14-month-old girl. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen my little granddaughter, and considering her advanced age, I thought maybe things would change. But when I made a beeline for her and threw out my arms for a welcoming embrace, it was clear that she still hated me.
