When you become a parent , you learn the art of flexibility.
Of compromise.
Things will always evolve,
inconsistency becomes the only constant,
and “right” and “wrong” no longer exist, as all absolutes fade into a spectrum of gray.

Except, of course, for this.
This is never ok.

(**Note to self: If ever again, you should hear “Shoe! Uh-oh!” from some faraway corner for the house, INVESTIGATE. (!!))