Alexi pauses, I guess trying to figure out where to start and shifts in his seat, a little straighter and at an angle where he can look at me without turning his head.

“I was a bad kid, right from the get-go. Hyper, naughty, never seemed to do as I was told and disciplining me did nothing. If anything, it made me worse and more likely to be a little shit. I was aggressive, defiant and stubborn as hell. Every mother’s dream kid, huh?” Alexi sort of half smiles, half frowns. A self-deprecating statement that hints that he never really grew out of it. Even I know that.

“Nothing much...