“No, but I meant did something provoke him?” “Umm …” She presses her lips together as though deep in thought. “This morning it was because the cereal was too soggy.” My brow furrows. “What?” “I poured the milk too soon, therefore rendering his cereal inedible,” she says with a resigned shrug. “So this was a common occurrence?” “If you call once every other month common, then yes.” “And it was always your fault, right? You made him act that way?” “You know the script?”
