Life’s been stressful lately, with work deadlines, school activities for Leo, and all the little things that pile up when you least expect them. We figured a quiet Thanksgiving would be a chance to recharge, enjoy some turkey, and maybe sneak in a second slice of pie. Plus, we haven’t been doing that well financially.
I thought it’d be better if it was just the three of us this time. A few days before Thanksgiving, we were doing a dry run, checking to make sure we had everything for the dinner. Leo was buzzing around us, as six-year-olds do when he suddenly stopped and blurted out a question that made me freeze mid-step.
I almost dropped the chair I was holding. Megan, standing by the table with a stack of plates, froze too. “What man, buddy?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“The one who gives Mommy flowers when you’re at work!” Leo said with a smile. I glanced at Megan, expecting her to laugh it off. Instead, she just looked at Leo with wide eyes.
It seemed like our son had just spilled a family secret. “Oh, really?” I chuckled. “What’s he saying, Meg?”
“I-I don’t know,” Megan stammered before turning to Leo.
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