The atmosphere at the dinner table grew tense. I quickly tried to lighten the mood by asking Timmy to serve Lily some food.
Mila looked at Timmy and suddenly asked, “Timmy, how long have you been living at Grandma’s?”
I found it odd; ever since my divorce, Timmy and I had moved in with Mom. Mila should know that.
Timmy suddenly frowned, “This isn’t Grandma’s house; this is my house! I can live here as long as I want!”
My son was really my little spokesperson, so perceptive. I gave him an approving look.
My brother quickly added, “Mila, let’s not worry about everything right now. The baby is what matters most.”
But Lily wasn’t having it. “You’re lying! Mom said Grandma’s house is mine! Grandma is mine! This is my house, not yours!” She turned to Mila for confirmation, “Mom, Timmy’s lying! He wants to steal Grandma from me!” Then she burst into tears.
Timmy, being three years older, seemed to understand what was happening, tears brimming in his eyes. He looked up at me, full of questions and hurt.
Kids are the most straightforward; their innocent remarks can expose adults’ hidden agendas.