. a helluva weekend. One that changed me from a jaded, disgruntled bachelor and small businessman to the future dictator of the world and keeper of a ...ery large and growing court and harem full of friends and lovers. One that already erased several threats to humanity in mere seconds, too, and removed several troublesome regimes from the picture, for that matter,” I chuckled as I prepared to grab breakfast for my whole crew at a classic diner that really could use my touch.“Welcome to Corny’s. You lift me up and put me in the seat, so I am facing you as we go about the store. The experience of not seeing what is ahead as we move through the store is different, but to be able to smile and look at your face the whole time makes it worth it.We go about the store getting formula, wine, bread, butter, cheese and other basics for the next few days. It is when we get to the aisle of baby food that the trouble begins.You begin to scan the shelves for jars of food I will eat, reading the. What would you like?" Dad, I want to get my name changed to yours. There are a whole bunch of kids named Clark in school. I want to be different. I want to be a Rumford and I'll be the only one." What about Scotty? Does he want his name changed too?" No, he wants to still be a Clark."I looked at Helen. She was smiling. "Of course you can take the name. It will take some time to make it official, but as of right now, your name is Bradley Rumford. Why don't you run down and tell Grammy what your. I pulled on my clothes and watched. Her sister Dana walked in and knocked on the bathroom door. I could see a man waiting in the doorway.Cindy answered with a towel wrapped around her body. They exchanged some heated words. Cindy pointed to the man in the doorway. It was hard to hear exactly what they were saying but bitch and slut were definitely part of the vocabulary. Dana finally stomped out and slammed the door behind her. I left and went home.The phone rang Saturday morning. My mom.