And You Have to Try Not to Laugh

#2 is my dramatic child. There are no small things with him, only big dramas. Like today when he didn’t do his history and I caught him at it. To be followed by an hour and a half of wailing. I’m not exaggerating here, although I wish I were, and my poor ears wish it even more. Then he says, “I’m the worst boy on Earth. Nobody loves me. I don’t belong in this family.” Sniffle, sniffle, then a sideways glance to make sure I’m listening. “I don’t think the angels like me.” Are you looking, Mom? “I’m pretty sure I don’t belong in Heaven, and that when I die I think I’m going to puberty.” Son, I think we may be there now.