Anthony has a skin fetish. I have had this on the list of writing topics for perhaps a year now, and have avoided addressing it to this point partly because I know I will not begin to do it justice here (and partly because there are things I really don't want to write). But, briefly, he often wants to touch bare skin. We have learned to keep him a safe distance from girls or younger women wearing lower-cut shirts, but both his sister and brother also have to deal with him aiming for their armpits and legs when they wear short-sleeved shirts and shorts in warmer weather.

Our younger son was practicing his violin on the scheduled day of his lesson recently when Anthony again tried to bother him. Son number two tried to move away quickly, and ended up cracking the neck of his instrument. My wife thankfully had the foresight to buy insurance with the violin. However, she found the dealer would not provide a replacement while they fixed it, so she went elsewhere and rented another so he could go to his lesson and continue practicing.