My Hundred Million Dollar Secret
"If you get a single dot on anything except the paper, I'm the one who'll be blamed. And I'll take it out on you," I promised. I got down the marker set and, holding it just out of her reach, added, "Want them?"
"Yes, I just said that." She grabbed for them but I was faster.
"Want them? Want them?" Oh, I was being a real jerk.
"I'll be careful" she pleaded, trying to jump up to reach the markers.
"I know you will. But when five-year-olds are careful, somehow the rug ends up with marker marks in it."
"Let me use them!"
"Nope. I'm not going to take the blame for when you make a mistake and write your name on the rug."