Turned out, Marcia needed braces. The eldest Brady girl had a date to the dance. Everything was set. But then, cruelly, things went terribly wrong. Until they were set right again. Things were always set right with the Bradys. Immediately, our kids were hooked on the series, and so devoted to the unfolding narrative that we could hardly believe it. The six of us live together in a “house” too small to contain the energy and spasmodic flights of the boys, now ages 9 and 10, and too awkward to ever organize in a way that feels lasting. The girls, both 8, rarely make a troubling peep, and at the risk of peddling gender bias, are perfect people. Even if the perfection is fleeting, for this moment, they are rational and generous and fair. They choose their own clothes and happily bathe when asked, rather than rant and flee as the boys do, a scene from Silkwood unfolding nightly in our one utilitarian shower.
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