A Flair For The Dramatic

I promise I am not an evil dictator. Nor do I beat, starve, or tie up my children. Cross my fingers, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. I hope you believe me. And I hope you weren't listening outside my door the other day when A~ was on time out for a minor offense... and yelled at the top of her lungs:

"I! Am not! A PRISONER!"

What the heck am I going to do when she's fifteen?