I am a little old-fashioned; so be it. I'm in favor of many new teaching methods, though. Not this one. There has to be time for a child to grow; to enjoy a simple paddle attached to a rubber band and a rubber ball; the fun of catching a slippery fish on a hook and bringing it into your half of the world; the neat sound of playing cards in the spokes of your bike. To what end would it be to interject social justice on a child, when they have yet to experience their first kiss, the death of their first dog (or the birth of a new one), any of a hundred delicate moments that requires their parents to break a bubble, such as Santa Claus? No, this isn't for the child; something in me says it's barely for the adult.