Sunday, November 1, 2020

Tomorrow my son, Tom — all of six and a half years old — has to wear a mask to school. So we rehearse putting one on. Once, twice, ten times.

I post a photo of my masked boy on Facebook. Seconds later, my father pitches in: “Poor little Tom. Going back to school will be a little weird this time around. Best of luck from your Grandad, who loves you more than anything.”