He said no.

He wanted it in his binder because it was a school assignment.

I smiled.

Not every kind word needed to be put in a frame.

Some could just belong to a regular afternoon.

That evening we walked past the old shed on our way in from the garden.

Finn stopped next to the new window and looked at the painted walls.

Then he opened the door, set a pot of basil on the shelf, and came right back out.