Escaping reality

J is convinced that he has a robot duplicate. This duplicate gets sent to school so that the real J gets to go on wild adventures or just stay in bed. He’ll tell me, “mom, this is not the real me in the car. This is my robot duplicate. The real me is on a cruise to Antarctica.” I usually respond with, “whoever you are better behave or the real J is going to be the one in trouble. ”

Side note, today I woke up and my first thought was, “why don’t I have a robot duplicate that can go to work for me today? “

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