At some point between sponge strokes and games, shampoo got into my son’s nose, and he started sneezing. I would not have worried if it were not because after the sneezes, I heard a scream.
Anya started to scream, terrified. Then, Andre also screamed.
And there, in the bathtub, the three of us witnessed one of the most incredible mysteries of biology: the change. My son, my little son of barely six years old, was changing form, in front of his mother’s eyes. I could not believe it. The first change did not usually happen before the age of thirteen, and in very special cases (...like mine) it had happened between ten and twelve. Andre was only six years old! The poor boy understood what was happening, he cried and whimpered between spasms of pain and rage; and Anya only screamed and cover
