My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts Me”—Then She Showed Me What She Had Hidden Underneath
“Are you gonna make Daddy mad?”
That question told me almost as much as the drawing.
Before I could answer, Victoria appeared in the doorway.
“What are you two doing?”
I slid the drawing into the inside pocket of my jacket.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to keep it out of sight.
“Chloe was showing me her rabbit.”