Special Child
"Son, please don’t do that at the table."
"But Mom, I’m supposed to practice!"
"Your mother said not at the table, young man!"
"Honey, don’t be too harsh on him. He is in training."
"That doesn’t make it okay to talk back. I didn’t raise him like that."
"Son, could you excuse us a moment?" They headed for the kitchen.
"Some government scientists tell the boy he’s so damned special and suddenly he’s too good for us."
"Honey, calm down."
"I’ll calm down when I damned well--"
Officially, it was an anneurism. It’s not so easy raising a special child.
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