Surely he'd talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of "everything will be different next year."
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
You keep waiting for an adultier adult to run in and say, "Ladies and gentlemen, this person is a liar!"