Verrrrry Interesting

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"Hey Mom, do you think I should go back into therapy?"

Wow, a question from my 8 year that wasn't about imaginary movies or a statement made for pure shock value! Something REAL, and honest, and sensitive.

"Yes, I do. Do you think you should go back into therapy?"

"Yeah, because I really want a big pocket knife."

I nodded. He wants big boy privileges, but he knows that his lack of self control makes it something that we can't provide for him.

"Well, I am trying to get you into a therapist. I should hear something soon."

"Maybe you could be my therapist, Mom! I could lie on the couch and you could ask me questions while holding a notebook."

"Well, I guess so. I'd prefer you see a professional though."

I promised him 15 minutes of therapy after lunch. He ran off and forgot, and so did I. Later, when I was baking a snack for myself using the microwave which currently only works for 20 seconds at a time he asked me if it was time for therapy.

"Sorry buddy, I am trying to make a snack. Give me a minute."

"Hey mom, maybe I can be YOUR therapist! I'll get a notebook."

He settled down with his notebook and pencil and began asking questions.

"So, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm bi-polar."

"What is that?"

"It means sometimes I feel really happy and sometimes I feel really sad."

He scribbled down a note.

"What else?"

"Sometimes I can be mean, but I think I am doing well today."

"I'll just write down that sometimes you are mean. Anything else?"

"Sometimes I have anxiety."

"And what is anxiety?"

"It means I feel scared, but I don't know why."

"Hmm."

"Well, what do you think, doctor? Am I going to be alright?"

"Yes. You just need to buy your children something unhealthy to eat."