Somehow, in spite of myself, I’ve become a curmudgeon 30 years too soon. My constant disapproval of anything “fun” has become a running joke among my almost-teenage children. Yogurt tubes? Messy. Drive-throughs? Lazy. Viral cat memes? Just no. According to them, if I’m not careful, in a couple of decades, I’ll be feeding my future grandchildren hardtack and forcing them to whittle sticks all day.