I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

father rubbed his forehead. “Brittany. Tell the truth for one minute.”

And then my nephew started crying.

Huge timing. Full meltdown from his high chair because strangers were in the yard, the music had stopped, and no one had cut his cake.

For one second, every adult instinct in me wanted to go get him, wipe his face, move the sharp knife away from his continue reading …