Twelve

I received an unhealthy amount of pleasure watching Demetri squirm as we walked around the grocery store. After making him sit in the car while I purchased some clothes for him, I finally got him into normal-looking attire. It was fascinating to watch just how much he disliked it.

The first shirt I got him in burned up, right off his body. He literally set it on fire without as much as a flick of his wrist.

It reminded me that I also needed to get a new dresser or sand down the mark he had left behind when he first spoke to me in my bedroom. I had thought it was just dirt at first, but after a closer look it turned out to be scorch marks across the polished surface.

After several tries, and his refusal to let me enter the store without him again, he finally gave in. His soccer dad look kind of worked for him, in an 'I'm going to rip your head off if you mess with my kid' kind of way. The constant sunglasses he wore, even inside the building, ca