I honestly love the weird little moments of party banter where the kids all stand around and talk about whether they’ve seen any good movies lately or anything, because you’re SO RIGHT, they’re babies and it’s so clear in those moments. These poor tiny teens, someone get them a therapist. And then get that therapist a therapist. Honestly this is just a spiraling fractal line of therapists hearing terrible trauma.
Wait
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They won! Holy smokes THEY ACTUALLY WON A BATTLE! THERE WAS A LITTLE DISMEMBERMENT BUT THEY WON!!!
I’M SO PROUD OF MY KIDS. I’M SO PROUD OF THEM. THEY WON. MY KIDS. AND THEY ONLY GOT A LITTLE BIT DISMEMBERED. HERE IS MORE YELLING ABOUT MY KIDS IN THIS BOOK.