I am having a feeding session with my therapist, Miss Christine.
We are working on a gargling exercise. She gargles to the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
She wants me to try and asks what song I like.
I think for a few seconds.
Me: (singing) Kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s.
It’s not reality.
Just someone else’s sentimentality.
Kids! The 70’s!
Kids! The 70’s!
Miss Christine just stares at me for a while before laughing.
omg i’m dying. this is chris’ dream of what having kids is like.
The dream is alive!
He is really talented sign him now to a contract