We are back in Madrid, settling into summer routine. Wyatt is in a delightful stage of filial love and self-sacrifice. He was nagging me to use my computer to play Minecraft, but then flopped on the sofa and said, "I guess it is good that Mama wants to learn Spanish." Then I told him that there was a time before cancer that I wanted to be in heaven. He knew immediately what that meant. "But what about me, what about us?" When I said, like a cancer patient I saw yesterday, that I love life and appreciate small things, he said, "I want to give you a hug and a kiss. No, two kisses."
And thirdly, his favorite quote right now is from that book about cancer kids, when you realize that the whiney girl narator loves her mother:
There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.
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