You enjoy your dance classes. You want your school. You have loads of friends. Teachers love you. Never any minor complaint anytime.
But you create so much ruckus. Every. Single Time.
You cry and whine and act up. You make all excuses in the world. You give up everything, just to avoid going to that dance class. Or to school.
The pain and trouble you caused is so much that it earned you endless slaps and punishments. And infinite headaches for me. Not to mention the fights and arguments with your mom and grandmom and everyone else.
Why? I will get an answer from you, even if I need to slap it out of you when you get older. You are not off the hook.