I sniffled, and what did he do? He laughed. “When you’re old, I’ll hold your hand when we cross the street. I’ll help you put on your socks,” he promised. I started laughing, even as tears came into my eyes. “What if I have to help you put on socks?” “Then you’ll help me put on socks. And if I’m in a wheelchair and you’re not, I’ll give you a ride.”
