My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone
“I’m not asking about being tired.”
He looked at Noah, then back at me.
“You want this conversation in front of him?”
“No.
I want to finish it.”
“Finish what?”
I opened my mouth and could not find the sentence that would make him answer instead of asking another question.
“Do you want me to explain every receipt?”
“No.”
“Question every purchase you make?”
“No.”
“Then why is this an issue?”
Each question sounded reasonable on its own.
Together they moved us farther from the paper I had asked to see.