"I know I did, when I was younger. And could you blame the kid for wanting cupcakes? There was this tiny little Italian bakery, down the street from my apartment when I was in the city, and it had the best bakery items I've ever had." Granted everyone in the place spoke Italian, Adam could pick up a few words here and there, but it didn't matter as long as he got cannolis out of the deal. "I can't imagine taking a little girl there and having her ask me for things. I'd be toast."
He watched Ross' face, trying to figure out what the story was here without hurting him by asking. Where were his kids now? He'd noticed he'd used the past tense in talking about his youngest daughter.
"Oh, god no, no kids. No siblings, either, it's always been just me." His parents had a hard time conceiving him, so he was their miracle baby, in more ways than one. His intelligence had just been a bonus for the Rowes. "I have a few cousins, on my mom's side, that I hung out with sometimes, when I was little. We all knew I had my mom wrapped around my finger."