At least I don’t have carpet. That thought keeps cycling through my head as I ransack my kitchen for a bowl or something to put near my grandson. The poison control woman warned me he might get an upset stomach from eating crayons, but I wasn’t expecting neon blue barf in such quantities.

I probably won’t admit it to Liam, but I went into this sleepover a little smug. I’m clearly a little rusty when it comes to keeping up with toddlers. As soon as I ...