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.