I am not sure exactly when, and there weren’t any eyewitnesses to prove my theory, but there was an alien invasion into the-best-little-boy-in-the-whole-wide-world. I can assure you of that. Understandably, our life was a bit chaotic with four mischievous little boys, but it was great. I could basically solve any problem with a cookie and a book. That is, until it happened.
I mean the invasion into 11-year-old Jesse, our eldest son. You know, the-best-little-boy-in-the-whole-wide-world. I nicknamed him “Bud,” because every day he cheerfully helped me with his three younger brothers, our dog, and cat.
