The Unexpected Confession My Son Made at His Grandfather’s Funeral.

When I came back, I found my husband deep in conversation with two older men in suits. Ben, meanwhile, had disappeared from sight.

My heart jumped. “Where’s Ben?”

My husband blinked and looked around, suddenly aware. “He was… right here.”

A small giggle floated up from beneath one of the long linen-covered tables.

I crouched down, lifted the white cloth, and saw Ben lying on his stomach, army-crawling through the maze of chair legs like a secret agent. His face lit up when he spotted me.

“Mommy, I’m exploring!”

I didn’t even want to know what was on the floor of a restaurant during a funeral reception. I scooped him into my arms, dusting crumbs off his black pants, and sat down with him on my lap.

That’s when he leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief, and whispered: “Mommy, that lady had spiders under her dress.”

I blinked. Hard.

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