A little girl had just learned to crawl, but there were still no signs of a tail.  

On the large bed, the baby crawled forward while the queen followed behind her, their movements strangely synchronized. Leon, standing at the side, couldn’t bear to watch.  

“Why are you staring at the baby’s butt?” Rosvisser asked.  

“I’ll say it again—it’s not her butt. It’s her **tailbone**!” Leon retorted.  

Rosvisser sighed as she scooped up their youngest daughter, who was attempting to eat a stuffed teddy bear near the bed’s headboard.  
“How can this be? Why hasn’t …