Parenting is inherently shaming, but it’s made worse by everyone trying to one-up each other with their kids’ accomplishments. The other day, I got stuck in a conversation about little Noah’s debate club trophies. As I feigned interest, I couldn’t help but feel smug about my prodigy, Bone Crusher, who began gearing up for the Water Wars when she was two by creating armor from soda can tab chainmail, neon-colored water wings, and bedazzled tactical gear. Crusher’s gifted status was confirmed a decade later when I discovered her basement stash. Picture a thousand gallons of water surrounded by a security…