Thalia.
The puppet show was delightful; I couldn't help but notice little Willis' gleeful smile as he enjoyed them. However, one moment I noticed that his little face lowered and his hands became shaky.
/Little boy, what's wrong?/ I asked leaning into his little chair.
/I... I... I want to go to the bathroom/ said the boy with a pout on his lips.
When I heard that, I straightened my body and scanned the place looking for any signs of restrooms, however, I saw a bathroom just across the small theater.
With a gesture, I took Willis by the hand and we both walked towards the restroom.
/Miss Thalia, I can go by myself, I'm a big boy now/ Willis said with a smile.
/Are you sure? I can wait for you at the door if you want/ I said.
He shook his head with a self-satisfied expression
