“Cam, stop!” “Hey, Sunshine . . .” He swings, Bryan blocks it, and he throws another, this time it connects. His voice is calm but winded as he wrestles with Bryan. He holds Bryan’s arms to the side and looks up at me. “Can you please stir the sauce on the stove, baby? I don’t want it to burn.” He’s clearly the stronger opponent. I blink and step back as I process his request.
