My Husband Texted “Stay Upstairs” Before Our Son’s Birthday—Then an Officer at the Door and a Blue Folder Changed What He Thought He Knew
“Can I show you the castle on the phone?”
“I’d like that.”
He looked down at the dinosaur in his hands.
“The doorway might be bigger tomorrow.”
“Are you planning to cut it?”
“Maybe.”
“Ask before you use the scissors.”
He sighed in the ordinary, weary way of a child whose excellent engineering idea had acquired supervision.