Facebook conversation with my son

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!


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