I CAME HOME FROM A WORK TRIP, AND MY 7-YEAR-OLD SON SAID, “DON’T GO INTO MY ROOM” — NATURALLY, I LOOKED

I counted.”

“You counted how much you missed me?”

He nodded with absolute seriousness.

“A lot.”

Then he looked up at me.

The smile vanished from his face.

At first, I thought he had suddenly remembered something he wasn’t supposed to do. Bennett always had an unmistakable guilty look. His eyes grew wide, his lips pressed together, and he suddenly found continue reading …