“Come on! I’m not a little baby anymore.” Tai states, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at you in disbelief. “I don’t need you to protect me or follow me around. It’s embarrassing!” He protests, nearly yelling at you. He didn’t care you needed to “protect” him, he thought it was stupid and childish.

And he didn’t care if he got grounded for thinking that. He saw himself as a grown teenager, and he wanted to be treated like one, although he just turned thirteen a month ago.