I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”
Or Oliver.
Especially Oliver.
He became difficult at four.
Spectacularly.
There was a period where he refused all foods unless they were beige.
He bit a preschool classmate once.
He drew on a wall.
He announced at a family dinner: