Your Slaves are Watching

A conversation

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I love my children.

I forget to watch them grow; it happens fast. I worry I’ll miss it.

My son fears the dark so I tell him jokes at night. Once he awoke afraid and I said why is six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine.

My son was sober. He didn’t laugh. He asked me why doesn’t the moon crash into the earth? Does…