My kids did this too, when they were little—they looked into my eyes to make sure they were okay. On a turbulent airplane, their two small faces swiveled over to me to ask, wordlessly, “Are we safe?” We are safe! I beamed back at them judderingly, because what did it really matter if I was wrong? By the time the plane exploded, the fact that they couldn’t trust me anymore would have become quite immediately moot.
