spoiled

I won't try to pretend that we don't spoil our children. We set standards, but they want for little.

The girl lately has had a favorite song on my Rolling Stones CD. As soon as we get in the car, she invariably starts asking to hear it and won't stop pestering me until I play the song for her to sing along with. And, of course, I eventually play it for her.

The name of the song? You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Whoever said real life had no irony?