The last few days we've tried to go to the park after all the usual crowds are gone, but before the soccer practices are underway so that Dylan can come run around with us. It seems to be working out perfectly for everyone involved (mainly me).
While at the park, Dylan wears a shock collar & I carry a remote control (that looks somewhat like a walkie talkie) so that I can let him run free but still get his attention if necessary. Ethan had a number of meltdown moments today because I wouldn't give him the controller. While trying to encourage Ethan to use a softer, more human-like scream for his tantrums, I had a shocking revelation. Man's ultimate quest to "control the remote" starts at a very young age...the age of inception. It is now my quest to save Ethan from this seemingly inevitable fate. May the force be with me.
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