A children's story I've written...based on my little arguer

Artie Aardvark was very sure of himself.    He knew all of the letters of the alphabet and he could count to ten; even if they weren’t in the right order.  He knew the colors of the rainbow, most of the time.  Artie knew so much that sometimes he forgot that other people might know things too. 

Artie asked for sweets before lunch and his mommy said, “No, Artie.  Sweets before lunch will make your tummy hurt.” 

Artie said, “No it won’t,” because Artie knew a lot about how tummies work. 

Artie’s daddy said, “It’s time for bed, Artie.” 

Artie said, “No it’s not.  I still have play time,” because Artie knew a lot about telling time. 

Artie’s brother said, “Artie, if you don’t pick up your toys, they’re going to get broken.” 

Artie said, “No they won’t; I’m going to leave them right here,” because Artie knew a lot about toys.

After so many days of Artie arguing, Artie’s mommy sat down with him and said, “One day, when I was little, my grandma let me have chocolate ice cream before lunch and I got so sick.  And when Daddy was little, his daddy let him stay up late and he was grumpy the whole next day.  When your brother was little, he didn’t pick up his toys.  Someone stepped on his favorite plane, and he was very sad.  Do you like to be sick, grumpy or sad?” 

Artie thought about it and said, “No, mommy.  I don’t like to be sick, grumpy or sad.” 

“Then maybe you should listen when we tell you things; because, believe it or not, we know stuff.  And when you grow up you’ll be even smarter because we’re letting you in on all of our secret smarty stuff.” 

The next day Artie’s friend Roger came over to play.  Roger wanted cookies before lunch and Artie said, “No, Roger.  Sweets before lunch will make your tummy hurt.  I know that because my mommy told me secret smarty stuff, so you’d better listen!”

The End.