My oldest daughter just turned three, and so practically every parent in my network of mostly white, mostly middle class parents is talking about schools. It feels like the academic equivalent of a biological clock.
Conversations arise almost daily: Last week, it was a mom at the playground.
Making small talk, I asked: "Where do you live?"
"Canton," she replied, quickly adding, "Though I'm not sure for how long." She spoke with a wistful melancholy, as if she didn't even need to share the rationale: You know, because he starts real school next year.
A few days later on social media, I saw that an acquaintance — whose son is my...