“I was just here dropping my son off,” I explain. “It’s his first day of school, so, you know, he’s pretty nervous.” “Oh!” He smiles again, but it looks slightly more forced this time. “Well, the first day of kindergarten is always scary for kids. I’m sure he’ll do great.” When I told him it was Josh’s first day of school, he assumed I meant he was starting kindergarten. He doesn’t realize my son is ten years old. He’s going to find out eventually, and I’m dreading it. I don’t want him to do the math. After all, he was there that night too. He has the scars to prove it.
