Nathan was invited to a birthday party. Being jungle themed, he wore his Safari hat. We rehearsed the tradition of Gift Giving all morning. As we waved good-bye, he cheerfully exclaimed, "Mom, I got MY present, Right?" He was off. Elizabeth had happily agreed to chaperon. I awaited their return: Curious to learn if "MY" present meant the gift he would part with civility, or fight to keep for his own enjoyment.
They returned. I breathed a sigh of relief and comfort that Nathan really is a good boy.
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