Ryan once tested that when he was thirteen.
After a fight at school, he stared out my truck window and said, « You don’t have to keep doing this. »
« You listen to me. You don’t get to decide when I’m your father. »
« Doing what? »
« Being my dad. »
I pulled over.
« You listen to me. You don’t get to decide when I’m your father. »
His eyes filled.
« I took the job. You’re stuck with me. »
« Life isn’t fair. Also, you’re grounded. »