We’re not brutal taskmasters. Our girls don’t have to clean gutters or fish. Don’t have to dig latrines or roof the house. Just the routine stuff. Pick up your toys, put your laundry in a basket, put boogers somewhere other than the end of your finger or your sister’s hair, but preferably in the toilet or trash.
And yet, after being asked to do one of these mundane and non-taxing tasks, Gabi (age 5) threw her head back, sighed impressively, and whined, “So, I guess I’m your servant now.”
Yes, Cinderella, that’s right. And the powdered sugar you put on your waffle this morning was actually your cremated Fairy Godmother.