Dear Tuesday

Dear Tuesday,

The head of the brontosaurus snaps cleanly off; the brontosaurus becomes blind to everything but the whims of a child small enough to snap the toy in two without thinking about aftermath.

The head in one hand, the body in one hand, and no other hands with which to wipe at eyes red and angry and sad and something that my son, Avery, has no words for (not regret; the child neither understands not wants to understand a consequence, for words, recriminations, have no effect on a child who is able to snap a toy in two).

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