“Want to go on a date?” I ask my 6-year-old daughter, Bekah. She glances up from behind the laptop, where she’s been watching online reruns of 1980’s cartoons for far too long. “Yeah!” Her eyes light up. I don’t even have to tell her where we’re going, and she’s ecstatic. “I was thinking of a walk at the bike path and a trip to the thrift store. Deal?” It’s not an extravagant scheme. I simply need some exercise, it’s a rare sixty-degree winter day, and I need lamp shades from the thrift store. We’re out the door in less than ten minutes, and a short drive to the bike path…