I’m currently reading Augusten Burroughs’ A Wolf at the Table, which is a memoir about his father, and I know some people have had issues with the story because he starts with “memories” from when he’s a toddler, but you know what, I’m okay with that. But it’s a hard read, because all he wants is affection and love, and his mom has some problems with her mental health, and from what I can tell so far, his dad is insane and possibly dangerous. I keep telling Drew, “You have to be a loving father. You have to give him lots of attention.”
Anyway. I was reading last night, and then I turned off the light, and Drew said,
“Did that snake come to bed with you?”
I said, “What?!”
And he said, “The snake. On your shoulders.”
EXCUSE ME? Ew! And for the record, NO.