st. He would drain glass after glass of water, only to be thirsty again minutes later. After a particularly indul

umbled, rubbing his eyes. "They ma

chose to ignore it. He asked Eleanor to bring him a can of ginger ale to "settle his stomach." She complied without

that tested my resolve, c

's opposing food philosophies. I had taught him about "growing foods" and "sometimes foods.

came out with a plate of freshly baked chocolate

favorite little man!" she cooed

to me. "Mommy says too many co

on't be silly. A little treat won

ppeared at the patio door, leaning hea

"My grandson will eat what I give him! He's a Sterlin

e plate, and tried to shove it towards

ggressive tone, shrank back and hid

a man losing control, not just over his own body, but over

me. "You're turning him against me! Fillin

rce, whispered argument with Richard, trying to shield my son while

as a different

and stood up, facing Richard wit

ht, Richard

ence. Eleanor, David who had just wal

you take Ethan inside for a m

the confrontation, quickly guide

father-in-law, my

al with arguments over a simple cookie." I picked one up from the

ivered the

to hear. "Why don't we have that Black Forest cake from the bakery for d

of triumphant satisfaction. He had won. He had p

aging him to dig his own grave a little bit faster. He thought