I have a nephew who is almost 7. He’s inquisitive and really smart for his age. Yesterday was Sunday, it was 106 degrees outside, and I was working very hard to finish orders. I was a little stressed. He came into my studio and asked me what I was doing, I told him I was was working. Then he said, “Who’s your boss?”—I didn’t expect the question and I stopped working for a second, “I don’t have a boss . . . I’m the boss, I guess.”

“Wow.” he said, and went off to play. After our short conversation I found the work much lighter.