I figured I was in it for the long run when I was continously scolded for ace wrapping his right arm to his side when his mother was at work. After a while I figured he was going to be a righty regardless of my therapy. But it sure the heck was entertaining watching that baby bottle bang into his forehead when he was swinging it from the left side.
Somtimes I dread the geriatric years coming up and how I will be re-paid.