"Unasseppable!" he says to his stuffed animals, the piercing octave of anger toddler voice trailing down the stairs into the kitchen. Shit. What have I taught him? Such a tender age to know disapproval but it's hard and fast enough in his tiny brain to pass on to his(more) pink raccoon.
They start out perfect versions of themselves, and we tear them down one "unasseppable" at time until they fit into society. What have we done. What are we doing. Who's fucking unacceptable now?(less)