A full 5.
Brothers with mussed morning coiffures.
Son#3 had fun.
At school he sat on a throne in his class all day.
We ate pancakes for dinner and he fell asleep in bed with me.
Our meeting with the principal was emotional and futile.
Even getting Son#3 tested won't change a damn thing.
Now to let it rest.
Different school?
Traumatic for Son#3.
Same school?
Acceptance?
Toughtoughtough.
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