The day that I let him whine his way into eating a dog treat is the day that I give up.
He deserves it, whether it’s at the end of a monumental weekend or not.
I’d rather be nowhere else than right here and right now.
This issue springs up every few years.
People grow. He’s a person. He grows.
It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
Never fear learning who your child is.
Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?