Just then the doorbell rang. Ellen was a little perturbed, having wanted to feed James before the babysitter arrived, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Nancy and Susan, decked out from head to toe in gardening gear, with thick rubber gloves and big floppy visors to protect from the sun.

“Oh, Ellen, are we too early?” Nancy said, as Ellen welcomed them in.

“You’re right on time,” Ellen noted as she shifted James’s weight in her arms. “James, sweetie, can you say good morning to Grandma Nancy and Grandma Susan?”

“Well hello, baby boy,” Susan said, pinching hischeeks. “Off to destroy Tokyo this morning are we, or just your diapies?” she teased James relentlessly.