So, the child I’ve been saying for months has clear brain damage and executive function issues? Yeah. Her doctors just did tests for seizures (negative, btw) and declared, as if it were news, that she shows signs of brain damage leading to executive function issues. Screaming into a pillow now, thanks.
Because you guys
Bilbo taught Sam Gamgee to read.
Bilbo, all alone in his too big, too quiet, too haunted home, brought in his gardener’s son and taught him to read, and told him stories about the elves, and treated him like a person worthy of respect and conversation.
Bilbo, who once had a whole gang of noisy dwarves to look after, took in an orphan and taught a servant boy and told stories to little hobbits. He was so, so alone, but it didn’t make him cold - it made him kind.
I love my parents, really I do, but they make me crazy when they’re around the kids. They both play favourites so offensively, my mum barely manages to hide her still-present racism, and my dad is loudly worried that The Baby is gay. Which is insane because - A) he’s three, B) who the hell cares as long as he’s happy, and C) he’s THREE.
Sometimes I think my Horrible Sister had the right idea in moving eight hours away to raise her kid.
girls don’t want boyfriends girls want a seven book series about the marauders’ life at hogwarts