“You can’t hit me, Will. You know that,” Katherine Walter says to her 11-year-old son, deflecting a swat.
“Why?” William asks, half-heartedly pushing his chest into his mother’s open hands.
“You can’t hit me, Will. You know that,” Katherine Walter says to her 11-year-old son, deflecting a swat.
“Why?” William asks, half-heartedly pushing his chest into his mother’s open hands.