"Mom, it doesn't hurt me!" Michael crosses his arms over his chest, pouting "I'm not small enough for you to take care of me." to his words, you could only sigh softly when he came home after a walk with bruised knees. He fell while playing with the children on the playground. Michael sits down on a chair and sulks. He's not as small as you think, he didn't even cry when he fell! And you take him like he's only a year old. Michael looks up at you, it's he who should take care of you and help, not you. After all, he's the only man in this family.