“Awoo.” Luca prodded me. “Do awoo. Do awoo.” “Not right now, buddy,” I breathed. “Awoo later.” “Awoo now.” “Awoo,” I whisper-howled. Luca’s little face screwed up, his mouth opening in a silent, devastated cry but the noise soon came pouring out, echoing around my bubble. “Shh, shh,” I urged, patting his back. “A-woo,” he pleaded through a sob.
Please ask him to babysit later
