I did not have time for this. I took the paper from my son’s hand and shredded it into a million pieces, watching it float to the ground.
“No littering, mommy!” Theo reprimanded, echoing one of my lessons to him.
“Who gave this to you, Theo?” I asked in a voice that suggested the seriousness of the situation, but in a way that wouldn’t scare him.
He looked at the sky to contemplate for a second. “Uhh,” he said, shifting back and forth on his feet. “A worker?”
“A servant?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “A man with a necktie?”
“Yes!” he answered, proud of himself for remembering. “A man with a necktie. A servant.” He sounded out the word slowly.
Aldrich and I always had the worst timing.
I took his hand and brought
