“Mom, stop the car,” Adele shouted.
Concerned, Dorothy quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Before she could ask her daughter what was wrong, Adele had opened the car door, hopped out, and ran over to the fence at the edge of the field. Dorothy called out to her daughter, “Adele, what are you doing?”
“I want that,” Adele said, pointing to the ponies standing in the field.
“You want a pony?” Dorothy asked.
“Yes, I want the second one, the short, squatty one. It’s so cute and it has long blonde hair just like my Barbie,” Adele said.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Dorothy said, “but you can’t have a pony.”
“Why not?” Adele said, stomping her right foot on the ground. “I want it. I want it.”
“It belongs to someone and I’m sure it’s not for sale,” Dorothy said.
“But Dad always says that everything is for sale,” Adele said.
“That’s because your father is a salesman,” Dorothy said.
“I don’t care. I want that pony.”
“Well, sweetie, as The Rolling Stones sang, ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want.’”
“No, not The Who, The Rolling Stones.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Adele said. “Can I have that pony?”
“No, you cannot.”
“I hate you!”
Mothers and daughters, Dorothy thought.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Free images on Google.