“Then I don’t want to play basketball anymore,” my daughter responded from the backseat. She had been asking, in true seven-year-old form, whyyyyy I wouldn’t be home for dinner, and the answer was I would be attending an information session about I-638. There was no way to field the unending string of whys that followed without all three of my daughters connecting the dots: yes, if the initiative passes in November, someone will have to look at …