I posted the link for one of my Canvas’ posts on Facebook today.
My son saw it and the following conversation issued:
Son: I’m just like that too.
Me: I know. I’m sorry you got the bad genes :(
Son: I don’t have bad genes, I live in a fucked up world. My work involves unleashing the potential for change hidden in tortured subjects. I would even say that the structural conditions that favour depression are a form of oppression.
Son: And if it sort of rhymes, it must be true.
Me: This is true! ♥♥♥
I’m glad to hear my son doesn’t blame me for it. But I still know it’s my bad genes.
Also, I’m very proud of my son!