In this week’s Lessons in Life column, Lee Davy reminds poker players straining under the demands of the job not to stray onto the Path of Least Resistance.

As my four-month-old daughter slobbers over my cheek like a bulldog, I feel a genetic-gluelike desire to protect her from the world.

The ‘Parenting 101’ rulebook says we need to keep our kids safe from harm. I get it. I don’t want my daughter to fall from a tree, have her hair pulled from its roots by a bigger girl, or die in a Martian sandstorm.

But there is a price to pay for this protective bubble, and it’s called: Conformity.