How do my children pity me? Let me count the ways. One.

Sitting with his therapist and me, my son confided, “I didn’t get to sleep last night until 11:10.”  He added with a smile, “I thought that was cool.”  I said, “I get a kick out of that too, like when the clock says 1-2-3-4 [12:34].”  My son looked at me, like how in the world did I think that might even approach being cool.  “Mom,” he said, “that’s not binary.”

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February 6, 2012. Tags: , . Uncategorized.

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