I could see his lips moving as his teacher brought him out to the car. She slid the door open.
"Try not to tell. Try not to tell. Try not to tell," Willem repeated to himself fiercely as he climbed up into his seat and buckled himself in.
"Try not to tell." That was all he said until we'd made it out of the parking lot.
"I don't want to talk about anything because I might accidentally say," he told me.
I hope he doesn't slip up--it would be a shame to waste such a monumental effort. So far so good.