During dinner, Ava chatted away, expertly buttering up Atlas. "Uncle Atlas is the best!"

Atlas was delighted and indulgent. "Why is that?"

"You brought Barbie dolls. Now I have a family! There's a Barbie mommy and two Barbie sisters!" She looked at Atlas. "They're a family, and I don't want Barbie Daddy. He's mean! I want you, not Daddy!"

Atlas was charmed, showing no signs of minding her words. He even fed her.

After the meal, I cleaned up as he and Ava played in the living room. I had neve