I looked up at Sarah.
« What angry face? »
She folded her arms.
Leo buried his face against my neck.
« Oh, come on. He’s four. »
Leo buried his face against my neck.
« Did you tell him not to say anything? » I asked.
Sarah let out a breath through her nose.
« I told him not to touch the dresses. That’s different. »
« You’re calling your sister because a child got dramatic at dinner? »