I'm sorry, please. But when I get you, it would be good for you to remember that for me you will always be a one-year-old bedbug, which stands naked in the middle of the hallway and, happily pressing a rag lion to the chest, smiling toothless smile. When it's hard to be with me. When it's awkward for me. When I am not being fair. Remember this day, please. The day you refused to admit where you stuck your car keys. And keep in mind, you're the first one to start. Your dad What do you need to know about the light bulbs in the bathroom What my son needs to know about this world's construction...