Today a boy (wearing a gingham dress and candy-print leggings) wedged a Lego train in my hair because I was a stationary mountain (I was a voluntary mountain). An hour later, a client and I made a bag out of cardstock, duct-tape, and ribbon that actually turned out fucking amazing.
Being a child psychologist is weird y’all. I love it
Tag: therapist files
A 4yr-old boy in the group I was observing today: I only love boys!
Me and the leaders of the group: Okay, that’s good to know.
Speech path into my ear: That was quite a revelation.
We all are stardust 