My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone

It was such a small errand that I nearly forgot it later.

But standing in the shop, I chose the carton I wanted without rehearsing an explanation of its price.

I checked the receipt because checking a receipt was sensible, not because I expected to be questioned about it.

At home, I put the milk away and washed the cup I had left in the sink.

There was no audience for either act.

I was glad of that.