Billie’s school had a movie night. I made Billie go home right after because it was late. She wanted to stay with her friends and play for a bit. She was stone silent on our walk to the car. I looked at her, “Are you mad at me?” I said while squeezing her hand affectionately.

“Not mad,” She says, “Just disappointed.”
Then she glares at me long and hard.

I laughed so intensely one of the parents asked me if I needed help.