Frank D Smith

“Don’t you Mother me, Madelyn!” she snapped. Madelyn’s shoulders straightened and she stood a little taller. She was two centimeters shorter than her mother, and at times like this, she felt that deficiency put her at a disadvantage. “Then don’t you Madelyn me!”
― John Flanagan, The Royal Ranger: A New Beginning

“Maddie finally erupted in anger. “Oh, great! We’ll see. The great parental excuse for doing nothing! That’s terrific, Dad! We’ll see.” “Don’t talk to me like that,” Horace told her, although he was conscious of the fact that the phrase we’ll see was a tried and true parental tactic for postponing difficult decisions. “Why not? Will we see what happens to me if I do? What will we see?” She leaned toward him, challenging him, her hands on her hips. Her entire body seemed to quiver with indignation and frustration. “All right. That’s it,” Horace snapped. “You’re confined to your rooms for a week! I’ll put a sentry on the door and you will not leave!” Maddie’s cheeks were flaming with self-righteous anger now. “That is so stupid and petty! I suppose we’ll see how it works out!” she yelled.”
― John Flanagan, The Royal Ranger: A New Beginning

“Maddie finally erupted in anger. “Oh, great! We’ll see. The great parental excuse for doing nothing! That’s terrific, Dad! We’ll see.” “Don’t talk to me like that,” Horace told her, although he was conscious of the fact that the phrase we’ll see was a tried and true parental tactic for postponing difficult decisions. “Why not? Will we see what happens to me if I do? What will we see?” She leaned toward him, challenging him, her hands on her hips. Her entire body seemed to quiver with indignation and frustration. “All right. That’s it,” Horace snapped. “You’re confined to your rooms for a week! I’ll put a sentry on the door and you will not leave!” Maddie’s cheeks were flaming with self-righteous anger now. “That is so stupid and petty! I suppose we’ll see how it works out!” she yelled. “Make it two weeks,” Horace said, every bit as angry as she was. She took a breath to reply and he tilted his head to one side. “Planning on trying for three weeks?” She hesitated, then saw the look in his eyes. She turned away and stamped angrily to the door to her own rooms. “This is so unfair!” she shouted, and slammed the door behind her. Horace and Cassandra exchanged a long look. Horace shook his head, defeated, and put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “That went well,” he said.”
― John Flanagan, The Royal Ranger: A New Beginning

“Don’t you Mother me, Madelyn!” she snapped.”
― John Flanagan, The Royal Ranger: A New Beginning