One Tuesday night when I spent the night with my granddaughter, Sabria, she woke me at three o’clock in the morning. She woke me at three because I left her bedroom at two and was sleeping on the couch, because sleeping isn’t something I can do in her bedroom.
“What are you doing on the couch, Gee?” she asked.
“Sleeping,” was the answer I wanted to give, but didn’t.
“Come back to bed with me,” she said.