But after dinner, he became quiet.
“Mom?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can I tell you something bad without leaving school?”
I put down the dish towel.
“Always.”
He looked relieved.
“One boy called me a baby yesterday.”
I sat beside him.
“How did that make you feel?”
“Mad.”
“That makes sense.”
“I wanted to tell him I’m six.”
I smiled gently.
“You could have.”
He thought about it.
“Next time, I’ll tell my teacher.”
