Hello little one, I know you like to hold yourself to the world as a man. Someone who is big, strong, and decisive. It really is quite adorable at times how you like to play being a grown-up. Wearing grown-up clothes on your big body, using big words you don’t really understand, acting like you know what you’re doing. We both know it’s just pretending, we both know it’s not really who you are, it isn’t even who you really want to be. What you are and what you crave to be and what you crave for others to see is that you’re my little one. You’re scared by the big world and need me to take care of you, cuddle you, guide you, and make all the decisions. Your jumbled emotions are all too big and scary for you. You act up and need discipline, you need a caregiver. I’ll start by describing how our mornings will be from now on, locked in big squishy mits that prevent you from using your hands and changed regularly in your pampers. It’s humiliating but right where you need to be