I sat my boys down and told them the rules were changing. "From now on, everybody does what they want, how they think is right. Your wants are sacred." My youngest's eyes went wide. "We can do what we want?" Seconds later, Michael bolted outside into the frosty New England night. His pajamas hit the porch steps. There he stood — bare as the day he was born — dancing under the stars. Then he tilted his head back and howled. I stepped outside and howled back. Two wolves in the night.