blood? Why shouldn’t he have
those things? Of course he should
have them.” When they made me
see a therapist for laughing while
the principal hit me, she told the
school that was ridiculous, too.
“Ms. Noah, your son was
laughing while we were hitting
him.”
“Well, clearly you don’t know
how to hit a kid. That’s your
problem, not mine. Trevor’s never
laughed when I’ve hit him, I can tell
you.”
That was the weird and kind of
amazing thing about my mom. If
she agreed with me that a rule was