He ran into the house to tell his mother about the bird that he had found helpless in the yard and how he had made it well so that it could fly again.
"Yes darling," his mother smiled tolerantly. "I'm sure you were a good boy."
He could see that she had a headache. He could see the pulse and flow of the waves of pain and he wondered why she didn't fix it. He was never sick. It was so easy to be well....
With the directness of the very young he asked her, "Mother, why don't you make your headache go away?"
His mother dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Why you sweet boy," she said. "Always thinking of your mother. Here, kiss my head and the ache will go away."
Gravely he looked at her. Grownups were a funny lot. He didn't have to kiss her head to make the headache go away; but she was his mother and he loved her. If she wanted to pretend, why, then he would also. So he kissed her head and caused the ache and pain to recede and disappear. Laughing, his mother got to her feet, took two aspirin tablets, and shooed him out to play. Strange, that he couldn't remember Mrs. Holk being there....
"Thank you, Mrs. Holk," the prosecutor said. "That will be all for now unless the defense wishes to cross examine."
"No questions." The public defender leaned toward his client. "Are you sure that you won't testify in your own behalf?"
The man smiled and shook his head.