"Why didn't you come in the afternoon? And I told you countless times not to lock the door, didn't I? Why do you keep doing this?"
I'm currently getting a lecture.
The process is probably well-known to everyone by now.
By the way, being told not to lock the door was back in first grade, so bringing it up now seems ridiculous.
Not that I could actually say that.
"Well, I didn't hear it… and…"
"Stop making excuses. Do you understand?"
"Yes… I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time…"
"How many times have you said that? It's already in the four digits, you know? Why are you so hard-headed…"
I've managed to keep the number of scoldings in the three-digit range so far, and I don't think I'm particularly hard-headed.
In fact, I think I'm quite compliant.
No, I must be right.
After all, the number of times Mom scolded me includes those from preschool and early elementary school.
