My kid laughing.
And Elise watching from the porch with coffee in her hand.
She came down the steps slowly now.
Barefoot.
Quiet.
The fence between our yards was only waist-high, but suddenly it felt like a courtroom rail.
Sophie stood on our side with a juice box and absolute authority.
“Well?” she asked.
“Sophie,” I warned.
“What? You said adults should answer questions honestly.”