"No."
"But why?"
"Because I said so."
This wasn't an actual reason, but it was timeless all the same.
The child slinked off to his bedroom, sulking at being denied sweets yet again. He would show his mother by sneaking downstairs and eating everything that was in the not-so-secret sweet jar on top of the fridge in the middle of the night.
At 2am he crept downstairs to the kitchen and pushed a chair over the floor to the fridge. He climbed on to it and felt around blindly until he touched the jar. He managed to pull it towards himself.
There were no sweets inside, but there was a folded piece of paper.
He took out the paper and opened it. The note was meant for him.
"I said so," it informed him.
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