We walked into the cafeteria just as the reading started. A yellow paper crown adorned his head. He wrote a story about the time we went to the supermarket and he tried a Boston cream donut afterward in the car. “I like a Boston Cream Pie! It is fantastic eating Boston Cream Pie . . . You can eat a Boston Cream Pie in a car. Is that cool or what?” He leaned against the wall and let his voice go soft. I stood up with the little one and clapped.