I snapped at Noah once when he spilled juice over my notes.

He froze instantly and said he was sorry three times.

I saw, in his posture, the damage done by months of adults demanding perfection.

I knelt on the kitchen floor and apologized.

We cleaned the table together.

I put the papers somewhere safer.

Later I told his counselor exactly what happened, because repair should be visible too.

I also made an error in my first audit.