Our 4-year-old son, Ben, of course, didn’t care about any of that.
Before stepping away to the restroom, I gently touched my husband’s arm.
“Can you keep an eye on Ben for a minute? Just… make sure he doesn’t wander.”
He nodded, still dazed from the day’s emotions. “Yeah, of course. I got him.”
Except he didn’t.
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