My 8-year-old son chose his wealthy father in court and told the judge

Eli looked up at the departures board and then at me.

“Mom. Remember last time?”

“I remember.”

“I was scared you’d open the pocket too early.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know.” He took my hand, which he does not do in public anymore unless he means it. “You waited for me.”

“I’d have waited longer.”

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