Always take other’s concerns seriously.
Visiting day. I arrived in their classroom as they finished up their breakfast snack and tucked myself into a preschool chair next to four year old S, my knees tight up against the bottom of the table.
We stuck up a conversation and after diligently showing me his crackers and apple slices, he proceeded to demonstrate putting his snack box into his backpack with all of the pride of a first back handspring. (When your hands are that small, zippers are quite the achievement.) “Look!”
With a small gasp, I put my hand to my heart and spoke in a hushed tone: “Darth Vader!”
“Don’t worry,” he said, one hand on the zipper, one stretched out to reassure me, eyes serious. “He’s not real.”
I felt much better.