Max has a thing for women with long, flowy hair, like Amy Adams in Enchanted. It started with his music-therapy teacher, Joanne, who looks and sings like your average Disney princess. Sabrina kind of feels threatened by her. When Joanne showed up to the house recently with her usual-ponytailed hair down, waist-length and gloriously blond, Sabrina got visibly upset and when Joanne asked why Sabrina said, "I'M the only princess around here."
I hope, I hope that someday Max will live happily ever after with someone. Granted, who he shacks up with is not at the top of my list of concerns, given that he's five years old. But it's one of the things I think about when I let my mind ramble all over Worryland. Dave doesn't go there. He keeps me settled here on Planet Reality, where we have a beautiful five-year-old boy who loves life and who needs my unworried attention.
When you have a bad case of the worries, what calms you?
