« No, Mom! »
He jumped backward.
« Ethan, it’s gum. »
« Then get it out without cutting anything. Put an ice cube on it until it hardens, then pick it out. »
« Ethan, it’s gum. »
My fourteen-year-old son stood in our kitchen looking like he’d lost a fight with a candy machine.
He’d been growing his hair for months.
He was growing it for Lily.