Now in the fading light of day

Romulus came weeping down to the laundry room. “They’re not letting me have FUN!” he shouted.

“They’re not letting me destroy anything,” he wept.
“I am so so sorry to hear that,” I said, “did you ask them for a turn?”
“I did but they wouldn’t.”

Which is really, if you come right down to it, not very far off from my daily interaction with the Lord Most High.