I sent Little Guy to his room with some clean laundry. He came back WAY too fast and I knew that he had not put his things away. I told him to turn around and head back to get those clothes put away where they belong.
When he returned this was the conversation we had:
Little Guy: "Mom, I hate it when you have to fuss at me."
Me: "I don't like it either, Little Guy. In fact, it hurts my heart, but I am your Mom. It is my job to teach you to be the young man you are to be so that you can grow up to be the man God wants you to be. If I don't teach you those things do you know who is going to fuss at me?"
Little Guy: "God?"
Me: "Exactly. God would fuss at me because He has given me rules to follow in being your parent which is why I expect you to follow my rules."
Little Guy: (after a second) "Well, fuss away, Mom."