I have a son

I have a son who, when forced to wear his new glasses for 10 minutes, will tear down everything I hung on his bedroom walls and throw them in the garbage because he's so mad at me. I have a son who eventually came into my room to give me a hug and tell me a story about his nana's (my mother's) dog who was visiting for the day. He took a picture with me in the photo booth at Chuck E Cheese and even gave me some of his tickets for my birthday. I have a son who, when we got home, dug everything back out of his trash and let me help him hang it back up on his walls. Including our picture from tonight.