Boy Mom Ass

This ass had a son and, in the very same instant, a worldview. Whatever the boy does, it is just how they are, delivered with a shrug that has quietly ended playdates. The wall is drawn on. The other kid is crying. Somewhere a lamp is in pieces. Boys, they explain serenely, will be boys, and this one especially, a little wild, a little too much, a genius really, tragically misunderstood by a world not built for his energy. They are not raising a child. They are managing a legend, and the legend is undefeated because the referee is his mother. A defense attorney on permanent retainer for a client who just colored the dog.