Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
“Did you get the chocolate one?” Michael asked.
“Travis got me a big cone with rainbow sprinkles,” Noah said.
“He got plain vanilla.”
Michael smiled and stirred the boiling pasta with a wooden spoon.
The water bubbled softly against the steel sides.
“Having fun over there?” Michael asked.
“Yeah,” Noah said.
“We washed the big truck tires with a yellow sponge.”