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

“Just a little.”

“Just a little it is.”

Noah laughed when Evan called them flat potatoes.

I watched the meal take shape and felt the pull of it.

This was familiar care, given without a hard edge.

A child was laughing at our table.

I wanted that to mean the questions could end.

Evan knew how to be attentive.