Lil’ Rebel
Lil’ Rebel loves to cause trouble and especially loves not doing as she is told. If you say “no” to her, she’ll stamp her feet and scream. I can guarantee that she can turn on the tears until she gets what she wants.
It was a bright sunny morning and Lil’ Rebel was in her room when she heard the doorbell ring. She ran downstairs as fast as she could, almost knocking her baby sister on the floor.
“Oh don’t cry,” said Lil’ Rebel to her sister. “You’re a big girl now.”
“Jeannie!” cried Lil’ Rebel when she saw her friend standing on the front porch.
It was pouring rain outside and Jeannie was getting soaking wet but that didn’t seem to fizz on Lil’ Rebel.
“Can you come over this weekend?” asked Jeannie. “Have you asked your parents yet?”
“Of course I can come over,” said Lil’ Rebel.
“So your parents agreed,” said Jeannie.
“Of course,” said Lil’ Rebel.
“Are you sure?” asked Jeannie. “When my mom called here to ask, your mom said she would have to talk it over with your dad.”
“That is a piece of cake,” said Lil’ Rebel. “My dad is such a pushover. All I have to do is turn on the tears and I’ll be able to come over.”
“Oh so we agreed to let you go to Jeannie’s house this weekend,” said Lil’ Rebel’s father, who had been standing right behind her the whole time.
“Dad!” exclaimed Lil’ Rebel. “I thought you had left for work already.”
“It’s a good thing I stayed behind,” said her father. “You and I are going to have a little chat together. Jeannie, I can definitely say that Lil’ Rebel will not be able to come to your place this weekend.”
“Yes sir,” said Jeannie, turning around and going home.
“Jeannie,” said Lil’ Rebel’s father. “Come on in and I’ll drive you home. You are soaked. My daughter doesn’t have the decency to invite you in.”
“Thank you sir,” said Jeannie, stepping inside out of the rain.
“Now,” said Lil’ Rebel’s father, taking her by the ear and dragging her into the kitchen.
Of course, Lil’ Rebel turned on the tears very quickly and the more she cried, the harder her dad pulled her ear.
“Now little girl,” said her dad once they reached the kitchen chair. “So you think I’m a pushover do you?”
Lil’ Rebel cried and cried her eyes out. She knew she was in trouble and wasn’t so sure how she was going to get out of it.
“You can turn your tears off anytime now,” said her dad angrily. “It is bad enough that you pushed your baby sister out of the way and then left your friend standing out in the pouring rain but then to lie to your friend and tell her that I was going to let you go to her place for the weekend because I’m a pushover.”
“But Daddy,” said Lil’ Rebel. “You are a pushover.”
“Well,” said her father. “I’m not going to be a pushover any longer.”
“I’ll just stamp my feet and scream until you let me go to Jeannie’s,” said Lil’ Rebel.
“Go right ahead,” said her father. “I’m on my way out the door to go to work, so stamp your feet and scream all you want. Come on Jeannie, I’ll take you home.”
Lil’ Rebel started stamping her feet and screaming at the top of her lungs.
“You know what,” said Jeannie. “I don’t think I want you to come to my place this weekend if you are going to behave this way.”
