I was at the store last night buying milk with my son. He's 9, by the way, and it was way past his bedtime. We ran out of milk last night and I needed his help to lift four gallons from the rack to the cart to the car to the fridge. So he was up late.
From the way I was raised, that's not normal, or at least it shouldn't be. But unfortunately, it's happened before, and it may happen again if we don't get better at it. This is living with a disability, and a disabled person needs to operate under grace rather than the standard set of expectations for "normal."
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