Rudy (13) has a really little head. He's really skinny, too. The last meaningful interaction he had with his dead, heroin-addled whore of a mom was when she was literally shoving whole vegetables down his throat in an attempt at healthy living. Since then, he has cultivated a unique eating strategy: Cheese only.
He also has a problem with his attention span. Namely, it is exceptionally short. Conversations with him go like this:
Rudy "Hey Stokie, how's your day been going?"
Me "Real good Rudy."
Rudy "That's good...So how's your day been going?"
Me "Rudy, didn't you just ask me that?"
Rudy "Sorry. I just wanted to know...So...how's your day been going?"
Rudy is obsessed with the wrestler The Rock. You can always see him practicing wrestling moves in his room, giving The People's Elbow to his Spiderman stuffy. I'm really concerned that he's going to hurt his brittle bones one of these times he "goes off the top rope" that I've had to be creative with my knowledge of popular culture:
Me "Oh boy, do I love The Rock. Did you know he has a book out and everything?"
Rudy "No way! Does it have a lot of pictures?"
Me "Turns out he's really smart. Takes great care of his body. My favorite part of the book is when he talks about how he got all those muscles."
Rudy "How?"
Me "He said that no matter how much he didn't want to, he always listened to his staff and ate all his vegetables. And he always was honest with his feelings in therapy group."
Rudy "Really? Wow!"
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