Chapter One
“This is like an overcrowded boarding house. Instead of downsizing with kids moving out, we seem to be going the wrong way,” Andy Friessen said to his wife, Laura, who was setting out a mixed bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter. It was exactly 7:45 a.m., when everyone arrived at once for breakfast.
There was bread on the counter, and Jeremy had dibs on the toaster. Brandon was jumping up and down beside him, wearing a pull-up, his nose running. He yanked on Jeremy’s T-shirt, hanging off him, wanting sugary Nutella on his toast. Jeremy had let him try it the week before, and now every day was a fight to get him to eat anything else for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or even snacks.
“No, Brandon, you can have some cereal instead,” Tiffy said as she stepped into the kitchen, freshl
