As Frankie entered my laboratory, I asked, “Whats was wrong, son?”
“The kids at school are bullying me,” he said.
“How so?” I asked.
“They are calling me a freak,” he said. “One kid even said I was an accident.”
I frowned as he asked, “Am I an accident, Dad?”
Frank Jr. is reaching that awkward age, so I knew this was coming.
“Frankie, you are one of the only children who entered this world completely on purpose,” I answered. “I chose every one of your body parts myself.”
He smiled, picked gently at his stitches, and said, “Thanks, Dad.”