I’ve mentioned several times now how I came to find myself reinvested in tabletop games as a working adult after not having played for nearly two decades. It all started because of my eldest two children, who I’ll call Sarah (girl, age 4 and three quarters-ish) and James (boy, aged 3 and a half-ish). We sat around James’ train table, playing with wooden trains and My Little Pony characters, interrupted only by the occasional bout of interference from a roaming space ranger or tyrannosaurus. I was essentially leading them in their play, and they would ask questions or respond in…