My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone
“Is Grandpa coming back?” he asked.
“For now, I don’t know.”
“Keep drawing,” I added.
He picked up a blue crayon.
At 5:20, he slid off the chair and headed toward the hall.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting your phone.”
“You don’t have to.”