My 5-Year-Old Pointed at a Woman in the Supermarket and Said, “That’s the Lady Who Comes to Our House When You’re at Work”—I Froze as She Turned Around

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“I can see it’s paint. From where?”

“Art class,” Mark called from the hallway, appearing behind him with a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. “The teacher’s been doing a whole galaxy unit this week. Stars, planets, the works.”

He gave me that smile. Small, private, the corners of his mouth tucked in as if he was holding something he did continue reading …