Naomi Kenway stepped out of the wooden boat and pulled her son into her arms. "Ian, Mommy got first place! Now we can live in a big house!"
"Mommy worked so hard. Ian doesn't want to live in a big house anymore! No big house!" Ian Shaw looked at Naomi Kenway's reddened palms, and his eyes welled up with tears.
"It doesn't hurt, Ian. It just looks a little scary, but I really can't feel a thing." Naomi Kenway didn't have a handkerchief, so she reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of Ian Shaw's eyes. "Oh, you little crybaby. It breaks Mommy's heart to see you cry. Don't cry, sweetie."
Ian Shaw suddenly pulled Naomi Kenway's hand toward him and blew on it gently. "PUFF... PUFF... Pain, pain, fly away... fly away..."
Naomi Kenway was deeply moved. She put on a spirited look and flexed her hand. "Does Ian know magic? Mommy's hand doesn't hurt at all now."
Ian looked skeptical. "Really?"
