Saturday, February 12, 2011

Our Servant

This morning Maren walked up to me with a sad look on her face and said, "Dad, I am like a servant, like Cinderella. Mom keeps saying 'pick up, pick up' and I don't want to pick up."

I can sympathize with her. I remember how much I thought picking up was torture. It is only logical for her to place her self in a fairy kingdom. She also asked me when she was "going to meet" her prince? She must think her prince is somehow going to save her from her chores. Nice try, that only happens in fairy tales.

I had to confirm with her that I was her Prince. She reluctantly agreed and then and finished her chores.

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