I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

you more.”

“Impossible.”

“No, I counted.”

I laughed and pulled back enough to look at him.

“You counted how much you missed me?”

He nodded seriously. “A lot.”

Then he looked up at me.

His smile faded.

At first, I thought he had remembered something he had done wrong. Bennett had a very specific guilty face. His eyes became wide, his mouth tightened, and he continue reading …