Today is my daughter’s 12th birthday. It is also the inauguration of America’s 45th President. As far as my daughter, Evie, is concerned, two worlds have collided and she is not happy about it. For months now she has lamented such an event, wailing with all the drama exclusive to 11 year old girls. We have laughed indulgently many a time before politely asking her to bring the amateur dramatics down a notch or two, because, really, it was never going to happen. And yet here we stand on this fateful day, about to watch (or not watch, as the…