Maxwell is a creature of routine. He has his own time and way of doing things and is greatly put out when his schedule is interrupted. He also has a strong sense of proprietorship over my time and attention. Things like “work” , “wife”, “NFL”, “books”, “eating”, “playstation” have no meaning to him. There is a big leather chair in our family room. Max’s career goal…his life goal…is to spend as much time as possible with my ass in that chair and he wedged tightly between my thigh and the chair’s arm.
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