Brandon, meanwhile, decided to try a dangerous approach, one he'd been afraid to do before. Certain avenues only seemed to make things worse. "Mary, dear...do you know how old you are?"
She looked up, and opened her mouth, revealing a full set of baby teeth. "You know how old I am," she said.
"Why is that?" He said, without thinking.
"Because...you're my..."
"Son," he asked, hopefully.
Mary giggled. "You're silly, Mommy."
The moment she said it, Brandon could feel something change.
