It wasn't really a question.
Long before I understood the meaning of rhetorical, she used object-lessons to make its meaning abundantly clear. The gig was up and, in essence, I'd been busted.
It was never good to be a little lady.
Even now the very thought of my mother makes me smile.
At times I thought her to be old-fashioned ~ a fuddy-duddy. Worse, I thought she was a clean freak & far too churchy. The word chore in her vocabulary meant chain gang labor in mine. I have always been suspicious about who actually taught those 7 Dwarfs their "Hi-Ho" song!
Mostly I adored her, but I honestly used to tell her: "When I grow up, I'm not going to make my children ________." (fill in the blank with whatever required work or discipline). She just grinned.
This is probably as good a place as any to say that I DID grow up (or that I'm still in the process), and I DID make my children do those same things. Like mother, I often found myself on the receiving end of little lady or little dude protests; and often I wore her hand-me-down grin.
Many years & many lessons have passed since anyone gave me a little lady summons. Those things that tormented my childish
This little lady is so glad for a mother (and father) who never compromised the important things.