My daughter started hollering about something after breakfast. I’m not sure what it was, but I distinctly made out the words “brother” and “cold water” and I knew they were both in the bathroom. A half-dozen unpleasant images flashed through my mind. My wife and I glanced at each other and I quickly said, “Not it.” She regarded me with a look that said “you are so lame” and exclaimed, “You can’t call ’not it’ for kids!” But she went anyway. I like to think that the deep-rooted power of the ancient ritual compelled her. Yes, that’s what I’ll believe.