"Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
So the boy's birthday is Tuesday. He finishes elementary school tomorrow.
Tonight at least, it seems as though a very long time has passed since we brought him into this world.
I'm leaving him a note in the morning, just to thank him for being such a good friend.
I wonder if every parent questions the cruelty of bringing a child into this world. I believe it's likely.
By eleven the boy has figured out that, for the most part, people suck.
At least he still believes that he and his momma suck a little less than most.