Control Issues

This is how I feel when my mom will not let me play My Little Ponies anymore and says it is time for bed. And when I am not allowed to have chocolate for dinner, or eat my milk with a spoon.  Or when we only get to read 3 stories and not 30 stories like I suggested. My parents are always telling me to stop opening the refrigerator and we never have cheddar bunnies and I really, really, really, really, really, really, really want chocolate for dinner. It makes me really mad when my ballerina tutus are in the washing machine because I have to wear a tutu to daycare and I really cannot even think about walking into that building if I am not wearing a tutu. Did I mention I want some chocolate? I know there is chocolate in the house and my mom and dad eat it secretly after I go to bed at night. And don't you dare tell me to use the potty before we go because even though I actually do have to go, I will refuse. On principle.

Love,
Your Three Year Old