Drabble Two
Because I Said So!
Five-year-old Jasmine Fenton pouted, glaring up towards her much taller mother. Gesturing emphatically, she waved her arms around, complaining, "It's my room, and I like it messy! Why do you care, it's mine, not yours!"
Sighing exasperatedly, Maddie resisted the urge to strangle her oldest child. Sometimes she was relatively certain that the only reason she hadn't already was that she was just so darn cute-a trait all children had, a defense mechanism allowing them to survive at least until puberty. "Jazz, this is my house, and my rules. Until you move out, you're going to have to live by them,"
Shrieking in her bratty, high-pitched voice, she responded with, "But it's MY room! You have yours, this is mine! Why do you make me clean it if it's not yours?"
Utterly frustrated, and on her wits end, the matriarch replied with a short, angry bark, "Because I said so! Now clean your room!" before marching out of the filthy bedroom, slamming the door shut on her way out.
"And why do you get to slam doors? I can't!"
Still steaming, she stomped out into the living room, before realizing what she'd just said. Horrified, she ran into her own room, running into Jack and sobbing into his chest.
"Maddie, what's wrong?" Shocked at the seemingly random outburst, Jack gently patted his wife on the back, trying to calm her down.
Still in hysterics, she replied, "I just told Jazz 'Because I said so'!", before breaking out into tears again.
Gasping, Jack held her tighter. It was worse than he could have ever imagined! "It's all right honey, we both knew it would happen eventually."
But that didn't soothe her fears. "I'm turning into my mother!" She screeched, clutching at her hair. It was her nightmare come true, the day she'd dreaded her entire life, the day all young couples feared would eventually come. From that moment on, she vowed to never utter the terrible curse ever again.
However, she would break that solemn promise the very next day, when Danny learned how to activate the house's defense system, and she would continue to break it for many years to come.
Ah, the joys of parenting.
Based off of a story from my aunt, about the first time she had to utter the horrible phrase to me.