How Culture Evolves

I had the perfect holiday today, nestled in New England with lots of family, including my father. My 9-year-old kicked our butts at Risk, heeding his uncle's advice to always occupy Australia from the start.

But an unfortunate slip of the tongue may have forever changed our annual celebration. As my 5-year-old brought me breakfast in bed, he blurted out with excitement, "Happy Farter's Day!!"

The third Sunday in June will never be the same.

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