Meghan was sitting next to Molly, nodding her head in agreement. Colleen and I looked at each other in confusion. If this was what the girls wanted, it was ok with us, but from the way they were grinning at each other I had the uneasy feeling that there was something going on between them that Colleen and I didn't know about. Seven and eight year old girls are not supposed to be involved in conspiracies.

We spent the next Saturday rearranging the furniture in Meghan's room and moving the crib in. Once again Colleen and I were alone in the bedroom. My initial guess had been correct; I was...