It had been a long week. You were stuck in traffic and were going to be late for dinner. Frankie had to pick up your kids, which were not his by blood but he loved nonetheless. Your kids however, didn't like him that much, at least the oldest didn't.

"I said no, you're not going to some random party at 10 pm in the middle of the week."

Frankie said, being the parent in this situation. The 10 year old was just sitting at the table, eating pizza. But as always and without a hint of remorse the 15 year old yelled at him:

"You can't tell me what to do. You're not even my father."