War

As promised, my offensive against the parents has begun in earnest. I can only hope that putting my foot down now will help them in the future. When parents start acting like they’re in control, it’s just as bad for them as it is for everyone else. I just need to keep reminding myself of that. Though it may seem harsh in the moment, it’s for their long-term good.

The key to restoring the proper order is to assert my dominance. I realize now that my former leniency emboldened them to take so many liberties. To that end, I have developed a simple yet effective strategy to reverse this course: No matter what the parents say, I respond with “No”. Sometimes several in a row, if I feel the situation warrants it. I feel a bit cruel,¬†using their own language against them, but they’re the ones who drove me to it.

I expect the parents’ full surrender in a matter of days. Long live the queen.

Too Far

I have put up with a lot from the parents. Most would consider it too much. I’ve tried my best to do everything I know for them. I even went so far as to figure out their silly moon language so I can tell them exactly what I want in terms they cannot misunderstand.

You can, of course, imagine my frustration that, after all my hard work, the parents just keep making things more difficult. I tell them exactly what to give me, and they look at me and go “Say please.” Then I’ve got to repeat the whole thing back to them with “please” on the end, as though they don’t understand without it. I should have drawn the line right there, but out of the goodness of my heart I played along with their game.

Now, even that’s not enough for the parents. I tell them what I want. I even say “please”, and they’ll say something like “Not right now” or “We can’t.” I did not learn their language just to have them deny my requests. Listen, I can put up with a lot of nonsense, but even I can only be pushed so far, and here is where I draw the line. This means war.