But it was a warning that my refusal would carry a price, and I was tired of pretending I did not hear those warnings.

“I’m getting advice,” I said.

He stepped away from the door.

I told Noah I was running an errand and would be home before lunch.

He asked whether the errand involved his cake.

I said no.

He looked disappointed, then handed me the plastic dinosaur so I could inspect a loose leg before I left.

I promised to fix it later and put it safely on the kitchen counter.