Hold My Hand!

For the first two weeks of school last Fall, I would ask Julia about school, and all I heard was, "I played with B." (Left his name off for privacy's sake.) That's all I could get out of her.

Well, months later, she and B are still great buddies. They both attend an after-school art program. We happened to be leaving at the same time as B and his Mom. Julia turned to B and said, "Hold my hand." It was not a question; it was more of a directive. B seemed happy to comply, so they walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot.