I’ve never really butted heads with my nephew. Not seriously, not like the other week. He’s always been the one who runs to me—when something’s wrong, when he needs to vent, heck, even when he wants to moon over his…
You’re not the parent. You’re the backup — the one who has to know the rules, respect them, and still be fully yourself within them. This is where we talk about that line: finding it, holding it, occasionally tripping over it.