Gather ’round, everyone. Let me tell you a story. Actually it’s not a story as much as a reflection on past decisions. It was a beautiful January day. The sun was peeking out through the winter clou…anyway, I decided to schedule a flight to Kansas that takes off an hour past my kid’s bedtime. What was the logic behind that? Nothing about that plan is a good idea. Brainy, the creepy wheezer. To make things more interesting, Beckett has croup and an ear infection. Did you ever watch Hey Arnold? He sounds like the mouth-breather who was always creeping over Helga’s shoulder. Aside from the miles and miles of boogers…