My 5-Year-Old Offered a Mailman a Glass of Water, The Next Day, a Red Bugatti Pulled up at His Preschool!
It was one of those summer afternoons that make you question your life choices. The air was thick, almost chewable—the kind of heat that even the breeze refuses to bother with. I sat on our porch, a sweating glass of sweet tea in hand, while my five-year-old, Eli, drew chalk dinosaurs across the driveway. His…