A while back, at least a couple of months ago, we were forced to leave our home of eighteen years and move into a shabby little cottage deep in a dark and miserable forest. (I mean we were in the absolute middle of nowhere, You know what I'm saying?) Anyway, my son is about to turn fourteen and he thinks he knows everything. I don't understand what happened to my sweet little Baby Bear. My husband, who likes to refer to himself as " Big Daddy ," though I don't know why, now calls my son " Baby Bad Attitude. " I can't even begin to express the torment that kid has put us through.