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The first six years Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites » My daughter is two, and her father crashes the party and sprays green foam-string stuff all over the red decorations I’ve carefully hung with my friends. An older toddler blows out the two candles and screams out in anger when we relight them for the birthday girl. “Two is this,” my daughter tells me, holding up her little fingers in a peace sign....