Nawwww diddums... did mummy tell you that you're a big, innapennant, world-travelling, almost 30 year old who can make her OWN comfort buns or something?? Did daddy say,
"No Gabriella, feed your own cat, you're at home now?"
"Pull your weight, you're back in your childhood home now or get yourself a hotel room?"
"No Gabby, we're off to see our grandchild who is the new love of our life now??"
"No Gabby, we can't put our lives on hold for your 38437 tummy boo-boo operashun, you'll have to take a taxi"
"No Gabby, I won't be kicked out of my own bedroom in my own house so you can have the big, influenza-baddy room"
No Gabby, there's already 23 layers of paint on that wall, you can't paint it AGAIN just for content, I'm already suffering from long term health implications from constant paint inhalation"
<insert your own toddler tantrum, foot-stomping, tantrum quote here>