My husband, Dan, and I fear different things. I worry about global warming and whether each of our children is getting enough attention. Dan worries about the apocalypse and extraterrestrial invasion. (I read him the last line and he said, “Those aren’t things I fear, they’re things I’m preparing for.”) I worry that our children might be teased or bullied by other kids. Dan worries that our kids won’t be multilingual, karate black belts, who can program in Java with their left hand while playing the piano with their right hand. Anyway, between the two of us, we have most of our bases covered.