I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

and said, “Will there be food?”

I said, “There better be.”

When Dad brought him home, Noah was carrying a model biplane and a paper sack with two oatmeal cookies from the museum cafe. One already eaten. One saved for me.

“He ordered both lunches before I even sat down,” Noah said, unbuckling his seat belt. “He asked if I wanted fries or fruit and then continue reading …