Saturday morning, seven-year old nephew Gregory and I were in line to go down the waterslide.
"Hey Gregory, be sure to scream this time," I instructed.
"I did."
"No, Gregory, that was me. You didn't scream at all."
"You couldn't hear me because I scream in my head."
I laughed, "You do?"
"Yeah. I'm doing right now."
1 comment:
Therapy. Lots of therapy.
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