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A few weeks ago I had taken Connor (who is 7) to the bookstore for Christmas shopping and I showed him the place on the shelf where the book would go: Connor: “Oh, you mean Hairbrush of Darkness?” Me: “Yes. Isn’t that cool?” Connor: “Yeah. Who do you think is going to buy it?  Probably no one.” *long pause and look of abject horror as he realizes what he just said* Me: “Well, you may be right. I hope not.” Connor: “God, I am *such* a jerk. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, Mom.” And I don’t think he did. I think he was just trying to make “adult” conversation and sort of spouting off at the mouth. Of course the rest of the day he kept coming over to hug me and tell me what  jerk he was. Still. Sorta hard to have an ego after that.… Read more