My boy understands ways to get his way.

My boy understands ways to get his way.
He’s made me a better person, which is the exact person he deserves.
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?
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