Rule Maker Ball Breaker

(I am about 6 years old, and just starting to get a handle on the ‘birds and the bees’. My mother has just told me to go clean my room.)

Me: “I don’t want to clean my room.”

Mom: “I know, sweety. But, it’s a rule.”

Me: “When do I get to make the rules?”

Mom: “When you are a mommy.”

Me: *thinks for a moment* “But, mommy, I’m a boy. I wont’ ever be a mommy. I’ll be a daddy.”

Mom: “Well, in that case, I guess you don’t ever get to make the rules. Now, go clean your room.”