Dear Weeb,
While at the airport the other day, you, my darling offspring, upon being told that you had to hold somebody's hand, say to me, "I don't have to do what you say."
So I grab you by the arm and get down to your eye level and tell you that you WILL do what I say because what I tell you to do is to keep you safe so you don't get hit by a car or a bad person doesn't take you and hurt you (yes, your mother is one of THOSE mothers). Get me kid?
"I get you momma," you say.
I have no doubt that we will be repeating this conversation many times.
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