“I don’t want to wear that.” Sophia gives me pre-schooler side-eye, then runs across the room toward her toys. I sit back on my heels, the dress clutched in my hands, and wish for caffeine. I offered to take my half sister to daycare today before starting on my work, but it’s proving harder than expected. I scan her room, looking at the white furniture, the rainbow bedspread, the corner box of toys and puzzles where she’s currently pulling things out, one after another. “Hey, let’s play a game,” I decide. “If you can pick out all your school things, I’ll sing you a song in the car.” Miracle of...