Monday. 3:30pm or thereabouts. Stone Callis residence. Conversation between mom and 8-year-old son with whom she had horrible, raging postpartum OCD and cried every day and thought she’d ruined his life and hers forever and ever.

Son: Mom, did you know there’s a dance at school tonight?

Mom: I told you about it a month ago when the flyer came home in your backpack. You said you didn’t want to go to the Valentine’s Dance.

Son: No you didn’t tell me.

Mom: Yes I did.

Son. No you didn’t. You never told me.

Mom: Yes I did tell you. And you weren’t interested in going.

Son: No.

Mom: OK, but you really did tell me you didn’t want to go. I threw the flyer away.

Son: Well … ummmm … well … uh …

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