I saw my friend, Cathy Wallace, recently. Before she and her husband, Gary, moved to Glasgow to be near their grandchildren, they lived next door. She has a granddaughter she spends a lot of her time with, in the same way I spend my time with my granddaughter, Sabria. Cathy and her granddaughter dress up as princesses and ride around in their carriage—a golf cart—searching for handsome princes. We talked about how important those pretend moments are to us, and how we ignore those around us who say things like, “She should learn to play by herself and not drag you into everything.” We a