It’s after lunch and the kids are playing in the rec room. Washing the dishes, I analyze the snippets of conversation that I can overhear. I am certain the children are using the dress-up clothes and the Tae Kwon Do paddle in their latest game of “Make-Believe.” I consider intervening.
“I’m takin’ a bwake,” calls Henry, climbing upstairs. “But, whath your name again, ma’am?”
He runs into the kitchen wearing a police helmet and SWAT vest.
“I’m hungwy,” he says.
I guess the hostages can wait. Henry wants a donut.