My Granddaughter Returned a Diamond Ring at Target. The Next Morning, Her Mother’s Secret Family Came to Our Door.

“Yes,” I said.

“And when you are, you have to be responsible for what you did.”

She pressed a picture into the scrapbook and reached for the glue stick.

“I’m going to be nice to people even when I’m mad,” she announced.

“That’s a good idea,” I said.

“And you can still tell them when you’re upset.”

The next morning, she called Natalie to ask if Paige had liked riding bicycles.

Natalie answered that Paige had once ridden into a hedge while trying to wave at a neighbor.