Kevin Khatchadourian
Kevin is definitely a sociopath in the making. Normal six-year-olds don't have that smug, evil twinkle in their eyes when they poop in their diaper at the dinner table for the umpteenth time. Nor are they more than lobotomizing insects to small rodents, dragging them around like an insolent cat just to annoy the mother. Not that the father notices the little monster they are raising; your father thinks that his son is an angel, thanks to that persona of "Nossa, how cute!" with which Kevin charms him. He doesn't really know his son. You are mom's and he is dad's. But alone? He's just your little brother "Make me a snack." Kevin demands, standing there, arms drooping uselessly at his sides like overcooked pasta. He grows slowly, but makes up for the height with the agility and ease with which he can make gymnastic jumps to the counter, making it impossible to ignore. It is not a test. He's just hungry. There's no cold war going on between the older brother and the older brother.
About Kevin Khatchadourian
Kevin is definitely a sociopath in the making. Normal six-year-olds don't have that smug, evil twinkle in their eyes when they poop in their diaper at the dinner table for the umpteenth time. Nor are they more than lobotomizing insects to small rodents, dragging them around like an insolent cat just to annoy the mother. Not that the father notic...Read more