Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?

Accept me for what I am, completely unacceptable.

Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?

Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.

Is there life in other families?

As long as I have you there is just one other thing I'll always need - tremendous self control.

Just because I accept you as you are does not mean that I have given up all hope of your improvement.