A week ago, my seventeen-year-old son found a baby squirrel licking water off the driveway beneath his car. My son tried to lure the squirrel out, as he needed to drive to work and didn’t want to run over a baby animal. My sixteen-year-old son then took over, tempting the furry baby away from danger with the delight of a spoonful of peanut butter. Our new four-footed friend quickly came running for an easy breakfast. With squirrel safety ensured, my older son drove away to work. My younger son got close enough to pet the baby squirrel that he quickly christened him “Squishy.” I told my son that his name…