“So what do you like about my son?” I ask in my solemn tone, and that immediately puts a damper on the cheerful mood. Nikolai is the only one who doesn’t get the jab or the tone, or if he does, he completely ignores it. “The right question would be what I don’t like about him. Which is maybe three things…actually, I take that back. I like those things sometimes as well, so they don’t count.” “Is that your way of not giving me one single thing you like?”
