“Does the baby sleep all day?” Brooklyn asked, picking at the crust with her thumbnail.

“She needs a lot of rest right now,” I told her, sitting down across from her.

“When she comes home, can she play in my room?” Brooklyn asked.

“It’ll be a little while before she comes home, sweetie,” I said.

Brooklyn pushed her paper plate two inches away from her, using her index finger to slide a loose crumb back and forth across the white rim.

“Are we going to the loud house tomorrow?” Brooklyn asked suddenly.