So I tried to be rational. I tried to say no. I was being the logical one for a change. My son Kai was visiting the SPCA - week after week - to see Buddy... Eventually he wore me down - with a poem he wrote during one of his visits: Sun dried every day in the life You have an intermediate setting Written out by the man wearing the tie You stand to attention When wallets walk by- But again people sigh You aren't what they seem to like Your eyes are disguised They bleed my soul dry My heart feels filthy Everytime I leave your side Your three by three life Is pennies compared to mine I know that everyday I could Birth you a new smile I've been told I can't help you But I can't stand by When others deny you their side They won't understand How I see you Through my eyes But when they meet you They'll cry Because they too denied So the master manipulator child of mine gifted our family with another member. I wonder what lesson