I think it's funny how parents have the right to punish us.
Last night my dad disconnected the internet from my iPod touch, so I cannot check my email or play my games or anything. I am so bored. I can't text either!
It has always bothered me that they are allowed to tell me what to do, but if I tell them what to do, I get the "ask don't tell" lecture. Why don't they ask? "Sweetheart, will you please go up to your room?" "Honey, can we disconnect your iPod from the internet?"
I hate it. I really do hate it. And why can't I punish them? "Mom, since you won't let me go to that party, you can't use the computer for a week."
I think that sounds about right. After all, they are providing for me, giving me food, clothes, and a roof over my head, but I help clean, the house, right? I mean, I vacuum and do the dishes and stuff.
That should count as my room and board...right?
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