I stared at my mother through the phone like she could somehow see my face.
« What do you mean, you can’t? »
There was a pause.
Then she said, « I can’t stop charging you. »
I actually laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because I had spent the last two months trying to understand why my 66-year-old mother had suddenly turned babysitting her own grandson into a cash-only business.
« Mom, that makes no sense. »