I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
“Did that lady make you sad?” Mason asked.
“A little.”
“Was she mean?”
“We disagreed about something important.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“Sometimes Mom and I disagree about screen time.”
I almost laughed.
“It’s a little like that, except for grown-up problems.”