I Got Home From the Oil Rig Two Weeks Early and Found My Eight-Year-Old Son Cooking Dinner for Strangers—The Messages He Never Sent Explained Everything.
We ate with the TV turned off.
Afterward he reminded me that he had a science project due soon.
We spread the supplies all over the table and built a small model of a marsh habitat.
He wanted to add an alligator, three frogs, and a lizard, even though I wasn’t sure lizards belonged in the kind of model he had picked.
He explained his thinking with so much confidence that I let him make his argument.
Later I opened a kitchen drawer and found the little notebook where I had written out our first budget after the mortgage crisis.