I want a choice!

Here's a recent conversation between myself and Abby:

Me: Abby- please get out from under the table.

Abby: I don't want to get out of the table.

Me: Well, you don't have a choice.

Abby: I want a choice!

This declaration has started me thinking... when exactly do we realize we aren't in control but wish we were? How is it that my two year old can voice the exact sentiment I want to scream out as an adult? So many times my prayers have just been cries for choices.

If Abby and I can just accept who is really in charge, we'll both be much better off.