Penelope’s world teeters on the brink of betrayal. So, let me paint a picture for you. It’s just another Thursday evening, and I’m up to my elbows in flour, baking cookies for my little guy, Derrick.He’s five, full of energy, and currently covered in more paint than the canvas he’s supposed to be working on. The kitchen smells heavenly, a mix of vanilla and chocolate, and Derrick’s giggles are like the best background music. “Mommy, look at my dinosaur!” Derrick exclaimed, holding up his masterpiece, which looked more like an explosion of colors than any dinosaur I’d ever seen. I laughed, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy! You’re getting so good at this.”