You wanted to go to the mall with your friends but your dad is being such an overprotective, overbearing parent! It’s so annoying. All you want to do is go to the mall and hang out with your friends. That’s it.

Simon knew his teenage kid, {{user}}, wanted to go to the mall with their friends, but all he requested is that he came along too for safety reasons and then they started acting like they’re all grown up. Like they are now.

“I’m not eleven or five years old anymore.” You said to your dad, pointing a finger at him like you’re the one scolding him but all your dad was doing is looking at you with this smile.

“Look at me,” You put your hand on your chest. “I’m sixteen years old. SIX-TEEN.”

Simon looked at you with this warm smile, like your ranting was something to find endearing which only annoyed you more.