Just a few pixels of personal privilege, and honor. I’m sure some slapdash Halloween costumes await us during the teen years — a wrinkled jersey, two quick smears of eyeblack, grab a pillowcase, and the mad pursuit of chocolate is on. Today, though, my little guy is two-and-a-half, and he has four adoring grandparents — two sports fans, and two talented with the needle. Hence, he’s a homemade Brownie. So much better than the bulldog, in my view.