My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

doesn’t fix it.”

“No,” Michael said. “It doesn’t.”

“I know.”

Ethan screwed up his face.

Linda froze. “Is he okay?”

“He’s pooping,” I said.

She looked terrified.

Then the sound came.

Loud. Wet. Offensive.

For the first time in days, Michael laughed without breaking in the middle.

Linda laughed too, one hand steady under Ethan’s head, the other holding his little continue reading …