The next morning, I wake to the loud screams of my nephew. What s wrong with him? I ask. This scream is different than the other cries he s made in the couple of days we ve had him.

I have no idea, Banner answers. She s frazzled as I look over at her. He s been screaming like this for over an hour. You must have been sleeping like the dead for him to have just now woken you up. She s near tears.

Rubbing my hands vigorously over my face, I try ...