Especially Because This May Be The Only Time I Ever Hear That From You

Today I had an oddly poignant moment with my son.

This morning during a discussion about monsters I told him that monsters never bothered me because “I was too mean.”  At this point my son, despite our frequent clashes of will that almost always end up worse for him than for me, he looked at me in puzzlement and said, “You’re not mean.”

I think your perspective may be skewed there, son, but . . . thanks.  That meant a lot to me.

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