When Kirby, my oldest, was seven or so, his grandmother pressed me at dinner in a restaurant with this: "Are you planning to have him tested?"
"No."
"How will you know he's not behind?"
I was sitting there surrounded by relatives, and Kirby was there looking at me. I said, "I know he IS behind in some things, and he's ahead in some things. So are the kids at school." And I put food in my mouth. And that was that.
photo by Sandra Dodd
of my kids and their paternal grandmother
in those days, 1993 or so
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