"Just five minutes more" is the cry. Playtime has been interrupted by the familiar "hurry up." Vocabulary common to every parent: "You've had ten more already. Time to get out."
Why do they insist? My needs never win the battle. Why is my fun spoilt with this never ending list of demands? "Oh, it's not fair" is yelled in anguish and responded to by further rebuke. The severity of consequence based on their ambiguous countdown is increasing; a thread of the "Thinking Spot" will no doubt soon follow.
A few grumbles are followed by silent protest, albeit underpinned with a threat of childish tantrum. It's time for the family meal and this standoff has but one resolution. Isolated relaxation time is over.
The timetable of the young child at the door demands no less; the parent must vacate their ten minute bath.