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 afternoons when the air feels thick enough to drink — heavy, humid, and merciless. I sat on the porch, fanning myself with yesterday’s newspaper, sipping sweet tea that had long since lost its chill. My little boy, Eli, was crouched on the driveway, chalk dust covering his tiny fingers as…