I'm not your friend

He is certainly his own person.

He is no puppet. As much as I'd like him to do what he's told. To wait patiently. To play by himself when I have some work to do. To be nice to his sister. To wear something that matches. To come and get his face washed. He has other ideas.

And he can drive me up the wall.

But he has such personality. I rejoice that he has his own mind, his own direction, his own ideas.

And I could not love him any more fiercely than I do.

I think he'll probably be my friend again in a minute.