One night last week, when my granddaughter, Sabria, was staying over, she and her Papa, Garey, continued their earlier aggravating-each-other session over into my bed time. I had been lying on the couch waiting for the activity to subside before I ventured that way. The volume seemed to be increasing, especially on Sabria’s side of things, so I spread the couch throw over my legs, fluffed my pillow and settled in. It wasn’t long before I heard Sabria walking through the kitchen and heading my way.