"Where are you going?"
"To get a pencil."
"Why?"
"To write a letter."
"To whom?"
"To you Mom."
And he did.
“Dear Mom,
I have a problem. My problem is . . .”
It seems that my son has discovered the power of the written word.
I find this a very hopeful development. At the very least, he has devised
a coping mechanism. At the most, maybe he’ll focus more on the feeling behind the words written by others.
-Spectrum Mom
(this is a random post-tomorrow, summer reading books)
-Spectrum Mom
(this is a random post-tomorrow, summer reading books)
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