If This Power Got Into The Wrong Hands

| Related | February 23, 2015

(I am about two or three years old. I am usually quite well behaved, but prone to the occasional tantrum. My mother is trying to get me into the bath.)

Mum: “[My Name], please get in the bath!”

Me: “No! I shan’t!”

(This continues for about five minutes.)

Mum: “Please, [My Name], get in the bath!”

Me: “No! I want an onion!”

(This continues for about another ten minutes, until my mother finally goes downstairs, and gets me an onion. I absolutely hate onions; they’re my least favourite food.)

Mum: “Okay. Now you have an onion. Happy now? Will you get in the bath?”

Me: “Yes.” *gets in the bath*

(A little later.)

Mum: “[My Name], why did you want the onion?”

Me: “Oh, I didn’t want an onion. I just wanted to see if I could make you do what I wanted.”

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