I Found a Hidden Stack of Forks Under My Son’s Mattress—Then He Whispered, “Dad Told Me to Keep Them,” and I Knew Something Was Terribly Wrong

48 new ones, and there are seven left. Seven.”

He laughed.

“Cece, come on. He’s five. Kids do weird things. Remember when he tried to flush his socks?”

“This is different. He’s hiding them somewhere, and he’s lying about it. He’s never lied to me before.”

“He’s not lying. He’s playing.”

“Then why does he look terrified every time I open a drawer?”

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