Nobody asked me to account for the receipt before I sat down.

Nobody needed a child to make a phone call so an adult would listen.

When Noah spilled water, I fetched a cloth, and the conversation continued while we wiped it up.

After dinner, he carried his drawing to the refrigerator.

“Here?” he asked.

“That’s a good place.”

The little note with Mara’s number stayed within reach beside it.

I watched him smooth the curled corner of the paper with his palm.

He was careful, but not afraid of getting it wrong.

Noah moved the lemon magnet beside his new drawing of a house with two doors.