Everything you do, you do for Ronnie? What an absolute pile of weapons grade wank! If you mean insisting he dances to Whitney Houston every morning, if you mean screaming "mummazz" at him every 5 minutes, if you mean pawing at him like he's a dog, if you mean clogging his arteries up everyday with pastry, if you mean taking him to Home Bargains, B&M, Poundland and Costa, that could be mistaken by some for doing things for him but Christ Almighty! You do what's necessary for him in reality! You've totally overlooked that he could have had a fabulous play area in the garden, you've kept him behind the sofa for the best part of his life, you made him do things he clearly wasn't ready to do, you constantly say you love him but it comes across like you're trying to convince yourself and worst of all, you have whored him out to Social Media for your own financial gain.
Do you think Ronnie will thank you when he's older? You'll be lucky he doesn't bloody hate you!
Oh and it's good to see your intermittent anxiety was absent today, flashing your thighs and standing in an office toilet taking selfies!
‘I love ittttttt!’ 
.... Also I work full time and still manage to prepare a fresh meal every single day (that doesn't include assembling stuff on or in a pre made puff pastry sheet) 
