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

“You shouldn’t decide things when you’re upset.”

I stood beside the car rather than moving where he directed.

“The request has been filed.”

“Who else knows?”

I didn’t answer that question in the driveway.

Noah called through the open window.

“Grandma, I brought your crayon.”

“Keep it for me.”