We’re talking about telling the truth, Jon and me, and the truth is something that to a seven-year-old boy can be this or that.
Apparently at camp, a day camp just a few minutes from our Canadian home, he told everyone yesterday that he had been up at 5 a.m. here at the house playing games.
‘Funny thing,’ I said, sitting Jon on my lap. ‘I seem to recall you sleeping until 8 o’clock.’
‘Well, it must have been the day before,’ Jon told me, when he was up at 5.
It is a special week, after all, with his cousin Abby visiting Jon and his sisters, and also in the day camp.
‘Well, we just want to be careful what we say,’ I said. ‘Our words, you know, are important. So, now then, what are you going to do at camp today?’
‘We’re going to get a helicopter and jump from it into the pool! But Abby says she won’t go without a parachute. I mean, why would anyone jump out of a helicopter without a parachute?’