Sunday, December 7, 2008

I dare you to mess with my son

I just have to take a moment to tell you that I am bawling like a baby watching Front of the Class - a Hallmark movie made after this book about a man with Tourette's syndrome.

I am crying A) because how dare anyone (especially an excellent teacher) be discriminated against for suffering from this disorder and B) because I imagine my son being made fun of and it just crushes me to imagine ANYONE making fun of him for ANYTHING.

Okay. That's it. Commercial is over. Back to my box of tissues.

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