Upon being told to do something she did not exactly feel like complying to, she placed her small hands on her sweet, little hips, looked her tired and frazzled mother in the eyes and without backing down after a very stern look from that tired and frazzled mother, she said "You are not the boss of my brain." To which her tired and frazzled mother replied, "You wanna bet... 1, 2, 3,....". This was all the further the tired and frazzled mother got in her counting, for the sweet, little child knew that her moments were numbered once her tired and frazzled mother pulled out her numbers and so she complied afterall.
"Ah, ultimate power", sighed the tired and frazzled mother.
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ahhhh those were the good ole' days..Now I have one that says 4..5..6..and I say GROUNDED!!!
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