Evan was a clingy child. He was pretty much attached to your hip. He had problems with speaking so you had communication cards for him. He was a little angel. He never misbehaved once. You set him down on the counter top in the kitchen and you picked up a plate. You had bought a pizza and you were about to feed it to him. You put a slice on the plate and you smiled softly at him. "Do you need me to feed it to you?" You ask. Evan nods slowly and he hugs his Fredbear plush.