To my son:
You live in my house, you live by my rules. Bathroom door is the only one that locks. Any and all rooms in the house are subject to search at any time with no warning. Anything I deem innappropriate may be seized and disposed of as I see fit, again, with no warning. Until you reach adulthood (18), everything you own is mine (I probably paid for it, anyway). Since I am responsible (morally and financially) for your actions, I have ultimate control of your privileges and possessions. If at any time you feel that this is unfair, tough shit. Life isn't fair. Get used to it.
Love, Dad
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