This is my contribution to the Matineemuse writing prompt. It's the first time I've participated with them. I hope somebody likes it. I did a microfiction for this one.
“Timmy, don’t let me see you do that again.”
“Why not, Mom. I’m not hurting him,” Timmy whined.
“What if I handed you your food and then took it right back? Would you like that? No, you wouldn’t. It’s a matter of trust, Timmy. A matter of trust.”