The more he has learned to use his communication device, the more he has been seeing it as an easy way to score pizza.
The more he has learned to use his communication device, the more he has been seeing it as an easy way to score pizza.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
He has to know how to respect others, to the best of his ability, and interact in a way that can ensure he will never be wanting for his basic needs.
He collapses into me. Like a melodramatic actor from a 1950s stage play, he will fall into my arms while weeping over being denied a loaf of bread he tried to steal from the kitchen.
It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.
An outburst like that is the last step of his ultimate frustration and he does it only when all other avenues of communication fail him.
That was the plan…until noon. Suddenly, she remembered that we had movies and ice cream at home.
He used the back of his hand to nudge the iPad back to me. It was his way of saying, “Get out here with that garbage.”
I want to be the fun dad, but I also want to be a good dad. It’s a delicate balance sometimes.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
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