You Win

Yes, you learned to master it very young. The second night we had you, six weeks old, cute, and screaming at the top of your lungs at 2am. You won that battle, as you would the rest. Anything you ever wanted, to be helped up on the mattress the next day, my attention early in the morning when I was trying to read or even later in life on your walks, you'd give me those big sad eyes and suddenly nothing else seemed so important.