Leo had not yet learned to do that.

And his unlearned honesty saved us both.

So the lesson I carry, the one I am quietly trying to raise him inside of, is not about cameras or lawyers or evidence, useful as those turned out to be.

It is simpler and harder than all of that.

It is that you have to be willing to see the thing in front of you, even when seeing it will cost you the comfortable story you’d rather keep believing.

My son could do it at five.