(after school cafe conversation)
Me: (after a long soda sip) Oh! I never finished telling you the story about your papa loosing his glasses on the street.
Hank: Oh! I wanna hear that one.
Me: So your papa was taking a long morning walk with Seamus (our dog) and it was kind raining. The kind of misty rain that only leaves teeny-tiny drops, and is gray and makes glasses very hard to see from…
Hank: I have to interrupt and tell you a secret.
Me: By all means, you have the floor.
Hank: I broke your kindle.
Me: (trying to stay calm) What?
Hank: Not your black one. The white one. I broke it and didn’t tell you. It was my first lie.
Me: (pause) Actually, your first lie was when you told me you were sick when you were three and said you couldn’t go to school and you looked sick and so I believed you and then as soon as I got you all tucked in bed you JUMPED UP and sang and danced: “Ta Dah! I am all better. I just kidding. I not sick.”
Hank: I did?
Hank: When I broke your kindle I just wanted to see the imagem (image) on the front and holding it scared me and I dropped it. I am sorry.
Me: I thought it was an elf or a chicken, but I had a feeling it may have also been you. I am not mad. Thank you for telling me. Accidents happen.
Hank: Can you finish the papa story now?
Me: Oh yah! So anyway…