Tonight as I was clearing the table after dinner, Lucas came to me, demanding a chore. I had him help me with the dishes, clearing the table, unloading and reloading the dishwasher. He demanded another chore. We cleaned the entire bathroom (singing Frosty the Snowman.) And before he went to bed, he picked up Merry's markers.
I could get used to this, but I guess I'd like my real son returned to me anyway.
No questions asked.