potty-trained version of my son?
one morning, ralph woke up earlier than usual and crept into my room during my morning meditation. my son is just a human child, so it’s not like he just sat there and allowed me to finish—that has happened to exactly zero parents of toddlers ever in any situation. he wanted to know what i was doing, and why my eyes were closed, and could he join me? i said sure, and he settled into my lap. i doubt he kept his eyes closed, and i can’t tell you where his mind was, but he breathed deeply and sat quietly and when it was all over, 