During the warm summer months, my husband had a routine. Each morning, he would take our 6-year-old son, Luke, to his babysitter’s house on his way to work. It was something so ordinary that I never gave it a second thought.
One Friday, however, my husband wasn’t feeling well, so I offered to take Luke instead. As we pulled up to the babysitter’s house, I smiled and encouraged him to hop out of the car like usual. But instead of running to the door with his usual excitement, Luke just stood there, looking puzzled.“Why aren’t you going in, sweetheart?” I asked gently.