And I Did It My Way

Things get done my way. If they don't, I make no bones about being upset. 

What?  You never threw a temper tantrum in your whole life?  Sure.  Get Real.  It's a strategy and it usually works for me. 

I supervise making dinner. Wouldn’t want anyone to slip on an errant piece of cheese. So why was I kicked out of the kitchen?

“Pish, go to your bed. I don’t want you under foot. I might step on you.”

Really? Really? I’m willing to take that risk.

“Pish! Out of the kitchen now!  Get in your bed.”

Ok, fine. I’ll go - but not willingly or happily.

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