Talking to my daughter about war and 'megafires'

 We were on the way to ballet rehearsal. It’s my favorite 30 minutes of the day. It’s a chance to break away from work, and to touch base with my only child. She’s 14 now. And it won’t be long before she’s driving herself. I treasure these moments.

 “So,” I asked her. “How was school today?”

 “We were arguing about whether we’re more likely to die from World War III...