It doesn’t matter how many times we have to go over it, we will.

It doesn’t matter how many times we have to go over it, we will.
It wasn’t me, as much as I want to pretend it is.
I’m his father. I view him through the rosiest glasses of all.
The moment we stepped outside, he lost it.
No blankies in sight. That’s when he goes on the hunt like Elmer Fudd at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.