So far, I think my son has learned that life is kind. He knows that he can go to bed peacefully, that he can rely on the comfort that he's known since birth, that someone who loves him is always there. I think that he's learned he can rely on his parents to be the wind at his back and not the spit in his face; that if he can't always get what he wants, if he tries sometime he just might find he gets what he needs.
Which is why I felt a little guilty making a big fiery display about what happens to the pages of childrens books that get ripped out of their binding for no reason.
Next step: The Boys Box. I'm not *quite* sure what goes on there, but I've always been led to believe that it's
not good. But at the same time not terribly bad, which is the only reason why I'd consider it. Whatever it is.
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