Everyone is born… but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candle stick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another though, every human being is unique; for better, or for worse. Most parents believe their children are the most beautiful creations to ever grace the planet. Some take a less emotional approach. One such family was dumped with a kid in exchange for a few thousand bucks. Though they despised the child, they took him in due to their greed.
Henry and Zinnia Wormwood lived in a nice neighborhood, in a nice house, and drove a nice car, but they were not very nice people. They also had a son, Michael. The Wormwoods were so wrapped up in their own lives, that they barely noticed they had a second son. Had they paid any attention to him at all, they would have realized he was a rather extraordinary child. His name was Donatello.
"Donatello! Now look what you've done! You're supposed to eat your spinach, not play in it!" Zinnia whined as she picked up the baby and wiped his work off of the counter top. Had she looked before she wiped, she'd have found that her new son had just spelled his entire name. She placed the baby in the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet and left the baby while complaining. "Babies, ha! You're better off raising tomatoes!" The baby boy looked at the faucet as it filled the half of the sink that was empty and frowned. That wasn't going to clean him up any time soon.