No Emotional Scarring

I was going up to the apartment yesterday when I bumped into my neighbour. "He's quite something, that boy of yours," she tells me grinning from ear to ear. "Oh?" I looked at her quizzically, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, he's taking the lift on his own these days isn't he?"

Mrs. Chua had been playing with her young daughter at the lift lobby when she saw my little hero dart out of the lift on his own. It seems Jesse has become quite the legend in our apartment building since his little adventure. And I suppose it won't be too preposterous to assume that our neighbours must be thinking the worst of us. "What horrifyingly callous parents the poor boy must have. Let hunt them down and burn them at the stake!!"

In a feeble attempt to salvage our dwindling reputation, I sheepishly asked, "So he must have been crying his eyes out, then?"

"Actually, he was running around laughing his head off!"

It seems Mae had been grossly misinformed. Here I was, concerned about any emotional scarring the kid might have and there he was, the little snot, having the time of his life at his first taste of freedom. Maybe I should beat some sense into him. Hehehhh...