me, my kid, and that wussy tree

My daughter loves Shel Silverstein's classic The Giving Tree.

I believe this is a requirement of childhood. You read this book. You love it. End of story.

Then many years go by and you don't read it. And then you read it again as an adult. Perhaps to your kid. And only then do you realize: HOLY SHIT, THE TREE AND THE BOY DO NOT HAVE A BEAUTIFUL GIVING RELATIONSHIP BUT A PROFOUNDLY DYSFUNCTIONAL ONE. Seriously, the boy takes and takes and takes of the tree and is never ever happy or grateful...