For the most part, it's pretty obvious that Sebastian is my child. The precocity, the bookishness, the stubbornness, the OCD, the fact that I squeezed him out. You know... stuff like that.
But then yesterday, Dorian was getting a piece of Valentine chocolate and I offered one to Sebastian. Which he took. And ate. And then had the temerity to say, "Why did you give me a piece of chocolate when I'm sick? What were you thinking?"
No child of mine would ever bemoan the offer of chocolate, I'm sure of it.
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