Mister...My poor sickling...you got sent home from school! I don't think you're sick, I think you're holding things in again...that doesn't make you any less miserable though. I actually had to hold you while you cried and screamed about being scared to go to the bathroom. Thankfully, you feel so much better afterwards. Hopefully that'll eventually translate into you learning that feeling good is the natural consequence of letting things go. Sigh.
Before the letting go ritual though, we went as a family to Trader Joe's and to Whole Foods. You let us (and the cashier) know that you were scared of brown people...that was a fun time. We talked it through, and you actually couldn't come up with any examples of brown people that you didn't like. In fact, person by person and color by color you seem to be one of the most generous people with your liking of people...You certainly like more people than I do! We talked people, we talked crayons, and we decided that Maddie is peachish, you are tanish, and I am beigeish. Most people aren't actual white, but Steph comes close...as do Paula and Brennan. Good talk, Man.
And then you were up ALL NIGHT LONG. Look, you pooped like 15 pounds out, you felt free...I'm not mad atcha...
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