She didn’t stop coloring, but her eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Is Grandma in time-out?”

Kevin opened his eyes and sat up straighter against the couch, his shoulders going completely tense.

I picked up a green crayon that had rolled under the edge of the coffee table and put it carefully back in the yellow box.

“Grandma did some very unsafe things,” I said softly.

“So she won’t be visiting us ever again.”