The day I left my parents house, I was overjoyed that apart from my newfound freedom, I would never ever hear dad-isms again such as: "It is my house, my rules!" Nobody bothered informing me that some odd years on, I was still going to be exposed to similar conversations that only do and go downhill fast and furious:
Am I speaking a language you do not understand?!
Because I said so, that's why.
What part of NO do you not understand?
Do NOT look at me in that tone of voice.
Enough is enough!
Am I talking to a brick wall?
I am going to count to ten...1...2...3...
This is your last warning, young lady.
Do not make me stop the car!
Just wait until I get you home.
Stop crying or I will give you a reason to cry.
If I did not love you so much, I would not punish you...I would let you do whatever you wanted...
Nor did anyone bother to tell me that I will still react the same way...and I that I should rather not for I will be and am suffering the same consequences...
2 comments:
That is true for me, too. Kind of like it, though. I particularly like the last picture for it's familiarity.
Bree
Shh! I like it too...and the little thrills I get down my back. (GRIN)
Hugs
Raven
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