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65%? 70%?

We met Elliot’s lovely home teacher — J — last week. Elli did that thing, you know the one, where your kid makes you look silly and over-reactive. Not just me, right? In fact, he ran around the room saying “Look!” and “Ball!” of course, but also “Hat! Woof woof! Uh oh! Ock! (sock) Uck! (stuck)” So, yeah, he suddenly says many more words than he did during his evaluation. That makes me happy. It also makes me look a little like a developmental Munchausen case. He will also point to eight different body parts (eight more than he did a month ago) and accurately identify various family members when asked. Also new. Best of all, when I say, “Where are your curls, Elliot?” he will run his fingers through his hair.

Rationally, I know he’s doing this all late. And there’s probably something else he should be doing now that he’s not. I just don’t know what that is. I guess I could, I don’t know, do some research. On the internet and all. I seem to have time to update Foursquare, so surely I could do that. His first speech therapy is today. I plan to have him recite the Gettysburg Address and then do the full 7-minute version of Rappers’ Delight.

Seriously though, internet research on your child’s developmental delays: That way madness lies. Who hasn’t started looking for help with a rattly cough and ended bidding tearful goodbyes to friends and family? I’ll dig through the hysterical fear-mongering if I have to, but I’m not there yet.

I don’t know what to think about our little Elli. Other than I like him so much. I’m sure he will reveal himself to us in time.

One on hand, he likes to wear baskets on his head. (Hat! Hat!)

On the other hand, he understands how the milkshake maker works.

I’m pretty sure the basket thing is hereditary, anyway.

Spring

Two sincere posts in a row. I hope I didn’t make you think I am someone you should take seriously.

Let’s just blow some dandelions today.

Justice for Henry

My friend Katie has seen more heartbreak than you would wish on your worst enemy in a lifetime.

She lost her eldest son, Henry, last year.

He was addicted to drugs, trying to recover, when he was assaulted and given an overdose. He died about a month later, never leaving the hospital. I cannot tell the story any more poignantly than she has.

Just look at this boy.

He was badly abused by evil people who preyed on his vulnerability and sickness.

All I can do about my friend’s grief is nearly nothing.

I can, however, express my distress, my deep disappointment, and my anger at the way the Knoxville sherrif’s office and the DA’s office handled this case. Or rather, have declined to handle this case. They have displayed contempt for this teenage boy and for his family. Which makes me mad for my friend. They’ve displayed reckless disregard for the safety of our community. Which makes me fearful for the children I am raising in Knoxville.

Katie held her tongue for many long months, trying to ensure she did not foil any ongoing investigation. Now it is clear they are just waiting for her to go away. Unlikely. She’s gotten a ton of local media attention in the past week and now the national media is coming around. She’ll be on CNN’s Issues with Jane Velez-Mitchell tonight at 7. I know my family will be watching. I hoped that our local authorities would be motivated by concern for our community and a desire to enforce the law. But shame will do.

Obligatory Commentary On Charlie Sheen

I am not under the misapprehension that I can add anything to this particular discussion. Also, I don’t generally write much about the world at large, as it is not as fascinating (to me) as me me me.

I think The Argument You’re Having With Yourself About Charlie Sheen sums up all parties pretty well.

Still. There’s one thing bugging me. It’s the same thing that irks me about shows like Intervention and Hoarders. And it’s why I give shows like Biggest Loser and even Cops a pass.

Consent.

Can we all agree that Charlie Sheen is mentally ill? It puts a burr under my saddle when people fling around ad hoc diagnoseses. I have seen some “He’s clearly bi-polar!” kind of commentary. Maybe he is, but that’s no one’s to say but his psychiatrist. I feel comfortable, however, going out on the he-isn’t-right-in-the-head limb. Yes?

Everyone has the right to be  a prize ass. Everyone has a right to make horrendous decisions. Everyone even has a right (legal, if not moral) to be bad news for those with whom they come in contact. (Do not interpret this as my saying Mr. Sheen has a right to do everything he has done. Clearly he does not. And while I can’t prove it, I believe him to be particularly, illegally dangerous to the women around him.) But in general. If you want to make a fool of yourself, make your mother cringe, make your grandmother cry; by all means sign the release and be on Jersey Shore with my blessing. Let the whole world watch Jillian Michaels scream in your face. Beg Donald Trump for a job.

However, what if you are not competent to make decisions for yourself? Is it ethical for those shows to put those people on TV? What portion of the moral weight does each watcher have to bear?

Maybe people truly do benefit from watching Charlie Sheen self-immolate. Perhaps a family gets the strength and hope to stand up and confront the addict in their lives after watching Intervention. I suspect, though, that mostly people get the nasty thrill of gawking at a highway disaster (I look too).

I used to work in television news. I have infinite sympathy for the people faced with the decision to put Charlie Sheen on their shows. I’m confident some of them are conflicted and frustrated. I’ll tell you this for sure: If they don’t, someone else will. And everyone will turn their TV channels to the latter network. TV people are not in the business of taking high-road positions that ultimately put their staff out of work.

Still. I’m not sure Charlie Sheen (or the hoarders or the addicts — who have recognized medical diagnoses with at least a component of mental illness) are able to act in their own best interests. It could be argued that their exposure works obviously against their own good. Shouldn’t that be at the core of whether or not those people make a good target for the spotlight?

(Please know I recognize the irony in writing publicly that I question the ethics of directing media attention toward Charlie Sheen. I am often part of the problem about which I am complaining.)

Parenting Tip: Sing the Standards

I do not claim to provide real, functional parenting tips. But I do notice a few handy things along the way, and I’m happy to share.

Example: How I got my 3-year-old son to drink milk.
I put it in his coffee. Really.
Now, his coffee is 90% milk and 10% coffee. And that comes in a very tiny cup. (Defensive much?) But he goes to preschool with coffee breath. Because I am tired.

I don’t have an opinion on whether you should red shirt your kid or if you’re over-concerned about “Stranger Danger.” I do, however, know that if you have an under-five you need to put some effort into teaching him (or her) a few old-fashioned standard songs.

Every morning Alden and I drive along singing School Days.

Please imagine this kid:

Little Crooner

crooning “You were my queen in calico. I was your bashful barefoot beau. You wrote on my slate [high and soft]’I loooooove you so.’ When we were a couple of kids.”

You will die a thousand times. In a good way. I promise.