Why spoiled?

Because I am. Because I make weird dreams come true and live a fun, seemingly charmed life. Now I share that funny luck with the light of my life. Because I want to (and do) spoil my child with my love and my time.
and because I sometimes think that I am buying toys for both of us.

i see people looking at me sometimes when I am foolishly appealing to my son to listen, to heel, to obey. They see my hesitation as being too lenient, not enough of a disciplinarian. They feel inclined to protect Diego from his adventures, to offer me well intentioned advice. But the meaning of "Diego" is wild, untamed. Ours is in the thick of a keen and passionate exploration called childhood, and barring serious threat of bodily harm (and in the interests of keeping the house somewhat clean) I encourage and applaud much of his somewhat rambunctious nature. And so you have it. Spoiled rotten, a boy basking in his mama's love and respect for his inquisitive nature and his joyful discoveries.