Sons and Daughters

Leanne had a meltdown this morning because she didn’t like her outfit and didn’t like “any of [her] other clothes.” This doe–

Ya know what? I can’t even make a joke about this. It’s too scary. This shit wasn’t supposed to start until she became a teenager. My gut reaction was to turn to Austin to thank him for being a boy, but when I did, I found him sitting on the kitchen table. That’s either a step up or down, depending on your point of view, from finding him running around the family room butt ass naked yesterday.

I’ve come to realize that the rest of my life is going to be a careful balance of two very different types of headaches to keep one of them from killing me.

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