inner child

Your Inner Child. (I know, I know. GROAN. But hear me out…)

Your Inner Child. (I know, I know. GROAN. But hear me out…)

I’m hanging with my shrink and he brings up some inner child stuff. My general response: “Really? Come on. You’re gonna pull the Inner Child card on me? That is SO 1994.” And then we laugh, hard, like we do, and he gives his best exaggerated Jew-Bu shrug, “Well, that’s when the wound happens, so it’s like, hard to get around.”