I had hoped that he wouldn’t find out until he was older.
I warned him about what would happen, but I suppose it was inevitable.
Yesterday, my son experienced for the first time one of the most difficult truths in life.
He was upset. I put my hands upon his shoulders and squeezed, for I knew very well the disappointment he was feeling.
“Son,” I said in my most sympathetic of motherly tones, “The movie is NEVER as good as the book.”