Life’s Little Lessons: I just put my little Sweetie-Pie to bed after reading (for the 100th time, to the nth degree!) one of her favorite stories, “Mr Frumble’s Worst Day Ever!” Even before he steps out of the door, Mr Frumble is a fumbling disaster, happening in real time. And the folks in Busytown are every bit wary of him, not with this bad streak of luck doing the rounds with him. But for the little matter on the playground that will have been forgotten when morning comes, my little princess had a good day. As I tuck her in, and the little theme clock on her wall ticks away, I can’t help but wonder: How often do we, without much thought, define ourselves by our worst days?