My 8-year-old son secretly skipped school lunches so he could buy our neighbor’s daughter a red birthday dress. I thought the hardest part would be explaining himself to me. The following morning, dozens of lunchboxes covered our lawn. Noah opened the largest one, stepped back, and told me to call the cops.
The first time Noah spotted the red dress, he stopped so abruptly that I nearly walked into him.
“Mom.”
The next morning, dozens of lunchboxes covered our lawn.
I followed where he was pointing and saw a tiny red dress in the shop window, complete with a full skirt and a bow around the waist.
