When I really feel that I'm a dog.

Is this mine?

I'm sure this is mine, right?

I know this has my food.

Could you open the top?

I wanna eat it all at once.

Is this bag for me too?

Mom says "No, it's not yours."

She is stingy ...

This is mine, I know it.
Shall I help you, Mom, to open it?

Mom said "NO!"
She doesn't have to say that in such a nasty way.

I have to remind her that I haven't had dinner yet.

Mom, don't forget my dinner.
Yesterday's dinner was a bit smaller than usual.
I can get extra to make up for that today, right?
Mom said "NO!"
Well, I kind of knew her answer ... she is mean.

I wonder if I can ever get anything I want without Mom's permission.

Papa, you are generous, right?
Papa: "Bobby Lee, sorry, but I've just finished ... nothing for you."

Well, I see.

Mom treat me like a dog ... or a baby.

I'm an adult gentleman, Mom.

Mom: "You are anyway my ... our treasure boy."