Not your son

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Laying in the leaves by the pond on our walk. Watching the sky.

This was before he lost his cool when it was time to go and loudly yelled “I’m not your son” on repeat when we got to the parking area. The other parents seemed amused. I was mortified. But also proud. Totally something I would have done.

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