I love dating a doctor. Well, actually - I just like dating someone as generous as E, whose automatic reaction is literally "I'll pay for it". Except I am not letting him spend money on me because he should save it for Campbell. Also, working till 11pm once a week is pretty horrific. The thought is more valuable than the actual monetary value.
I'm glad we're moving away from child development in case because I must be underwhelming my tutor. I swear he expects more answers from me but I literally don't know anything about normal child development because my own sense is so skewed from watching my brother develop. For me, it is a wonder that he understands me, that he can walk around the house and kick a ball. That's something people take for granted from a four year old. The day he learned to walk at the age of eight was bloody awesome. When he stopped dribbling, that was pretty cool too. Oh, and I'm not still over the fact that he's finally toilet trained. I'm sorry that I don't know much about normal developmental milestones, but I'm pretty proud of the ones my brother's reached.
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