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

from what his favorite cereal was to whether he had ever seen a bear.

My father answered every single one with patience.

Before he left, he paused at the front door.

“May I call you tomorrow?”

I looked at Lauren.

Then at Bennett.

Finally, I turned back to him.

My father nodded.

“I won’t.”

After he was gone, Bennett leaned against my side.

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