Little Johnny was sitting on the couch, fuming after his mom told him he couldn’t have ice cream before dinner.
He stomped down the hallway and found his dad reading the newspaper.
“Dad,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m ten years old, but I still have to ask permission for everything! I can’t leave the house without asking, I can’t stay out late with my friends, I can’t skip school, I can’t eat what I want, and I can’t even buy what I want with my own allowance! When will I finally be old enough to do whatever I want without anyone telling me no?”
His dad slowly folded the paper, took off his glasses, and stared into the distance for a moment. Then he sighed and said,
“I don’t know, son… but if I ever reach that age, I’ll let you know.”
