“Daddy, Daddy!” my five-year old called. He was in the bathroom, just getting out of the shower. I was in his room, getting him a clean pair of pajamas.

“Yes?”

“Come here! I have something to show you.”

“Okay,” I dropped his clean pjs on his bed, but only made two steps towards the bathroom before he poked his head out of the door.

“Wait a minute. It’s a secret. Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure.”

“Even from momma?”

Hmm… “Well,” I said. “I’ll try, but I might have to tell her, depending on what it is.”

He didn’t answer.

“Sorry about that,” I said. “But I might.”

“Okay,” he said seriously. “Then I better keep it to myself.”

And he closed the door.

I snuck around later to try and see if I could discover the secret, but no luck. I’ll never know whatever it was he had wanted to show me.