blue foam cake

My youngest son
doesn’t interact with
other children.

Instead, he
makes me fake food,
pen sketches,
block buildings–
shows them to me,
waits for praise.

Sometimes I think,
in the way parents of 2017 do,
I should schedule play dates
for him, introduce
him to friends his own age. 

But I don’t.
I love the attention
he lavishes on me
and quite frankly,
I don’t actually believe
he needs any fixing.

He just brought me a
blue foam cake which I
pretend ate
with real enthusiasm.

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