You are 10 and I love you.

But yesterday.

you were an asshole. And I called you one.

You were your fathers son.

and in that moment I lost my shit.

the lack of BBQ sauce for your chicken nuggets does not afford you the privilege to loudly complain and lose your mind.

I asked your forgiveness. Because I am an adult and I knew better. But I also made certain that you know why I called you an asshole.

Hopefully I can help disrupt the cycle perpetuated by your father and his father and his mother.

If shit is wrong. Fucking chill. We will fix it.