My child has returned to me. The changeling has gone back to the trolls. The evidence has spoken. I needed to clean out my flower beds so I set the baby on the grass, expecting chaos and mayhem. Thirty blissful minutes passed of uninterrupted work as he patiently sat and watched the world around him in wonder. Only then did he crawl slowly around the grass without causing an ounce of trouble. How heavenly to have him back.