“Absurdly or amusingly eccentric or irrational”
Day 3 of honoring Rick’s birthday season (birthday season rules)
When Rick and I were growing up (childhood pictures of Rick & me) my favorite fun game was to make him get on all fours on the floor while I would stand over him squeezing his neck between my ankles and rock back and forth. Mom just didn’t understand how much fun it was and would yell at me, “Stop!!! You’re going to break his neck!”
I never broke his neck but . . .
. . . Wick’s* wittle brain wrattling around in his head may be the reason for some of his “amusingly eccentric” attempts to heal childhood trauma. Cases in point:
All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m a psychotherapist . . . he needs my help.
*Wick = Rick
P.S. PLEASE do not show these pictures to anyone because Rick is a respected realtor in Denver.