“Don’t go!” he pleaded.
As the others readied themselves for a walk in the neighborhood, he repeated, “Don’t go!”
She patted him on the head and told him she’d be right back. He cried. He really wanted to go with her.
He asked Mommy if he could go. He asked Daddy. He asked Grandma. They all told him no. He cried a little more.
Then, in the corner, he spied the crayons and the paper. “Can I color?” he asked.
He sat down to color as the others got ready and headed toward the door.
“I’m not going,” he said happily.
