Season of Miracles

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*Friend* in the house, playing Xbox with Elmer.
Just a couple of guys doing stuff.
That's a miracle for Elmer, whose elementary school years were miserable and lonely. Whose wonderful 7th grade year met all his needs but one: friends. A friend was the missing piece; his heart's desire.
Earlier the two boys, who look like Mutt and Jeff, played Killer Bunnies and got something to eat before moving downstairs to the Xbox. No need for management or parental intervention.
I am going to have to renegotiate my contract -Elmer does not need the same level of services. These days we are enjoying the blessings of normal.
And for us, normal is a miracle.

Party Animal

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Diver slept, he's back in sync, and he agreed he's up for a Saturday Night Sock Hop at the synagogue. Now Anonymom, the worrier, is moving into social-worry mode. Diver is a party animal, diving into the deep end of all party activities. Plays every game, dances every dance, eats every hot dog, paying no attention to the social mores of the group. What the cool kids are doing? He doesn't care. What others think? Doesn't matter. He's in the Zone, having a great time. I'm the only who cares what the other kids think. So should I let him party on or continue trying to clue him in to what the other kids think?