My sister had a room mate who had been a cop and he said the scariest thing was finding a lost kid.

You’d ask them their name and they’d look at you all blank. Then you’d ask them their parent’s names and they’d be “Mommy” “Daddy”. Where do you live would be next… IN THE BIG {insert colour here} HOUSE!

Name, our names, our cross street and the nearest Métro. I’d tattoo it on him if I could…

as for stunt baby… Lucas just spent a fun 10 minutes throwing himself repetitively on his knees… apparently, after a while, the pain registers. My telling him no certainly didn’t.