And this is what my little competitor looks like when I stop playing catch with him. That lower lip? He gets that from his mommy. I used to pout like that when I did not get my way. My Dad would wiggle it with his finger to aggravate me and make me smile. Then, he would start singing, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by the Rolling Stones. I am not sure that lesson sunk in all that well.