CONNOR
In my life, I had met lots of kids. I came from a rather big family – there was a new baby every two or three years, so I knew one thing or two about one-year-olds.
Evan was the greatest troublemaker ever.
“I wonder if I can ground him,” I huffed as I cleaned the kitchen – the white, glossy kitchen my son had decided to paint red by squeezing a tube of tomato paste all over it while we cooked lunch. Neither Lily nor I had been quick enough to stop him, and for a good whole minute we’d just stared at the mess, while he filled the room with laughter.
I realized I should have kept my stupid mouth shut when I saw Lily’s eyes widen in fear.
“I … he didn’t mean …” she began to say.
You f*****g, stupid i***t, I hissed.
“Hey, I was just joking,” I quickly reassured her, walking
