Wanted to share a funny moment from session.

I pulled out some poems and journals from my bag that I was going to share with T. T goes, "How come they are folded and crumpled like that?"

So of course I freak out because I'm kind of manic at the time and I go, "DO YOU HAVE TO ANALYZE EVERYTHING? I FOLDED UP THE %#@&#! PAPER SO I DON'T HAVE TO BRING A BRIEFCASE TO THERAPY. OKAY, LET'S ANALYZE EVERY SINGLE THING-- OH LOOK! YOU HAVE BLUE SOCKS ON. WHAT LED TO YOU PUTTING ON BLUE SOCKS TODAY?"

T got very cute and defensive and goes, "I like my socks! I really like them. They have gray flecks in them and pick up the color of my sweater. See?"

I love this man.