“Mommy,” she said loudly, “that’s the lady who bites.”
I laughed automatically because the sentence made absolutely no sense.
But Richard stopped walking.
Slowly, he turned around and looked directly at May.
“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” he asked.
I laughed nervously.
“She’s four. She invents things.”
But Richard kept staring at her.
“The lady who bites?” he repeated. “May, tell me why you call her that.”
Every instinct in me wanted to shut the conversation down. But May smiled proudly and answered.
“She bites her ring when she takes Daddy’s phone,” May said.
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