I put laundry away in one bedroom while Henry and Jane played with our seven-year-old neighbour, Jonah, in the next.
Jonah: What's that? Is it your guys's toy box?
Henry: No. It's full of blankets.
Jonah: You guys have lots of blankets.
Henry: Yeah. Our Grandma D. makes them.
Jonah: Two of my grandmas are dead.
Jonah: But one is still alive!
Jane: Grandmas are nice. You'll see when they come. You don't have to be shy of them. They're not for shy.