I’m writing a condolence card. Gregory (5) asks what I’m doing. “I’m writing a note to say how sorry I am that my friend’s mom died,” I say.

He pauses for a VERY fraught moment and then asks, oh so tentatively

“...that’s just to be kind, right? You’re not the one who did it?”

(The deceased, who passed away several months ago, was in her 90s, had a long and happy life, and died of natural causes, just for the record. May perpetual light shine upon her!)