By Dolly Viscardi: Special to the HT
I an adult — this declaration was spoken forcefully by a tiny little person: a toddler. Leaving the bookstore storytime, I moved next door to a table in the adjoining coffee shop. I watched a common scenario unfold as a small hand suddenly stretched from the table’s edge to grasp an intricately carved white chess piece. The voice commanding anyone within earshot was forceful, albeit high…
