Thursday, October 4, 2012

Q: What doesn't kill you makes a fighter...

Our boy had a little big boy problem today in the bathroom. Diaper change didn't happen quite as smoothly as usual considering all four of us were giggling, embarrassed at the uncalled for situation. Lucky for us, one guy therapist was walking over to check out the commotion. He stealthily resolved the issue, while grinning widely saying, “hey, he’s growing up okay?”

Speaking about growing up, I used to have this recurring dream where I am back in my primary days, back when I drew Pikachu all over people’s textbooks and cared about what the cool kids thought. In my dream, AlvinT, the quiet kid with glasses, is crying by the lone stage at our school field. It’s been twelve years but still I deny memories with my hands, pretending not to notice.

Should I go to the Renaissance fair on Saturday or chill at home with articles and soy milk?

Seriously?
Vonnie S.

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