My daughter-in-law begged me to stay for a week because the kids “missed Grandma” — after I cleaned, cooked, and watched them, she handed me a $2,000 bill

“Thank goodness you’re here.”

I smiled and hugged her.

“Where are my babies?”

“Still sleeping. You can put your things in the guest room.”

I should have noticed then that she didn’t ask how the drive had been.