Max likes to climb up onto the back of the couch. It's very catlike. But he's not catlike. Or he would not live here.
"Mommy," says Tyler, "I really don't think you should let Max climb up there."
"Well, I have to choose my battles with him, and that's one I feel like I'm okay with."
"But he could fall off the back of the couch. He could get very hurt."
"And you know, kiddo, sometimes that's the hard thing about loving someone who belongs to you. Sometimes you just have to let them do what they're going to do, even if they might get hurt."
He lowers his eyebrows at my poor judgment. I've just failed some kind of responsibility test.
"Well, I don't think that's a very good idea at all. Not. At. All."
Oh, the irony.
