A mother stops by the school office with her two young children to drop something off. The little toddler on her hip asks about his brother—“Can we go see him?”
“ No, we don’t want him to see us,” the mom explains.
“Why don’t we want him to see us? The little sister pipes in.
“Because if he sees us, he’ll want to come home.” Striding quickly to the front door, she smiles at me on the way past.