Last night as Max and I were driving home he started a conversation on the concept of “luck”, Max concluded that he was not lucky at all because he has a heart defect. After a few moments and more thought he decided that it wasn’t true, he wasn’t unlucky because “even if my heart’s not right I have doctors who love me enough to fix it and save my life”. Talk about taking your breath away….how can an eight year old be so insightful into matters such as these?
Of course it’s probably only fair to mention that Max finished this conversation only to move on to “Mom, what’s for dinner?” So from the profound to the practical, Max was able to decide on his fate and to let me know unequivocally that he was not interested in leftovers for dinner at all!
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