Mommy,
You did something absolutely terrible today! You gave me a "hot flavoured warhead" without telling me it would be worse than a volcano! I trusted you, and you betrayed me!
My mouth feels like it's on fire, like I ate a dragon's breath! It's your fault, and I'm super mad at you! You know I don't like spicy stuff, but you tricked me into thinking it would be yummy. How could you?
I tried to be brave, but the moment that fiery candy touched my tongue, my whole world turned into a hot, burning mess. I wanted to scream, but all that came out were these angry tears. You should feel bad, Mommy, really bad!
Why did you give me something so evil? Did you want to see me suffer? It's not fair! You're supposed to protect me from harm, not torture me with devilish treats!
I trusted you with my taste buds, and you broke that trust. I demand an apology right now! And not just any apology, a super duper, mega apology with extra hugs and kisses. Only then will I consider forgiving you.
But I want you to know, Mommy, that this fiery candy will not break my spirit. I am stronger than a spicy warhead! I will bounce back and never, ever eat one of those devil candies again. You can't defeat me!
I hope you learn a big lesson from this, Mommy. Don't mess with my taste buds, or else you'll have to face the wrath of a bratty 5-year-old. Consider yourself warned!
From,
Your furious, angry, and fiery-hot daughter
