Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

“Look, Dad, I drew all three of us right next to the front steps,” Noah said.

Michael leaned in and looked at the little figure in the middle.

Noah had drawn a thick gray cast on its left arm with a silver colored pencil.

“Derek’s on the right because he’s taller than you,” Noah said.

“He’s only taller because of those thick work boots,” Michael said.

Noah smiled and reached for a brown pencil to draw the front door of the house.

He pressed down hard to color in the wood.