Dean is sitting at the kitchen counter, his homework binder open in front of him. There is a ramekin in front of him filled with tiny tortilla strips; you know, the thin strips that come on salads. Every so often, he reaches into the bowl and eats one.

Dean: These things are really good and so are you, Mommy!

Mommy: …

Dean: Not to eat or anything

Mommy: …

Dean: You’re good to love, is what I’m saying.

Who is this kid?!?!