I called Tyler to figure out how to get him his Christmas gift – a headset for his new XBox – and he came motoring along Macmillan Road, where we walk. It was a bitterly cold morning and Tyler, as usual, had no gloves, had or jacket. Red spotted him before I did and the two had a happy reunion. Tyler gave us a birdhouse that attaches to a window. You can see the birds but they can’t see you. Being a parent and an old fart in training, I wanted to ask him where his gloves were. I didn’t.