When the quarantine was first announced, it struck me that I wouldn’t see either of my daughters or my two grandsons for an indefinite time. They were both scrambling — buying paper towels and toilet paper, diapers and disinfectant wipes, desperate for masks. I wondered how we would stay connected. On a group text, they mentioned a new game that had just been released for Nintendo Switch that had a Wi-Fi feature. Animal Crossing. We could play together remotely. I perked up.