Falling in love with Jack was so easy, I had assumed that falling in love with his son would be just as effortless...
Who says you have to love your step-child?
* Wouldn't you dislike a precocious five-year-old child who corrected your French pronnciation, and who calculated your Body Mass Index when you were halfway through a piece of cheesecake?
* Does that make you a 'wicked stepmother'? Even if you feed him dairy prodcts while he's lactose intolerant? Even if you push him (accidentally) into the pond in Central Park?
How far do you have to go before it starts to be right?