[he frowns , picking up the boy in his arms , standing up straight with him]
Now now , Peter. Just because ya made a lil’ mistake doesn’t mean that you are a bad boy. Everyone makes mistakes. But how come the fireflies are dead? What fireflies?
[ he swallows, before holding up the jar, tears threatening escape again ]
I caught them last night with a big person. But they all died before I could show Arthur
[he looks at the jar , frowning a bit] Ya shoulde’ve poked air holes on the top of the jar , dear.
[sighs a bit, wiping away a tiny tear that escaped] There, there , Peter. Ya can always catch some other fireflies tonight and show Arthur , right?
[ he doesn’t say that he honestly doesn’t know how to talk to Arthur, or that his confidence is shot. Instead, he smiles ]
Yes sir. Sorry.