Which Reminds Me

Yes, I recall that one day I locked my bedroom door and then when Stevie was at our house he was very upset because he had to ask permission to be allowed to play in my room. He takes his Tonka truck or some play car in there and turns my room into some sort of imaginary racetrack and then later everything is messed up and I have to straighten up. I cannot have Stevie imagining that I am the maid Rosita he can just order around. He has to behave himself and ask permission nicely so that I will open the door for him. I wasn't saying that he couldn't play in my room. I was just saying that he had to ask permission and not take everything granted or maybe someday I just won't be there to be abused anymore, thanks anyway.