Wash The Dishes, Do The Laundry...

I've often joked that the only reason I have kids is to raise tiny indentured servants that will do my bidding. 

Kidding, of course.

The only reason I have kids is to do that AND to take care of me in my old age. 

Obviously. 

But in order to make indentured servants worthy of earning their keep, I'm finding that I need to invest considerable time in teaching them the finer arts of how to clean. 

Yesterday, I was coaching Bean on how to remember the proper location for her toys as opposed to pushing them out of sight into another room.  (She's quite masterful in the realm of "out of sight, out of mind")  She became more and more exasperated and completed each assigned task with the maximum amount of huffing and sighing that she could get away with. (Which isn't much). 

Finally, she had enough of my instruction, and turned towards me, hands on hips, and said,

"MooooOOOOOM!  I am NOT Cinderella!"

Heh! Not yet, kiddo...  But now that you mention it...  those dishes could use some washing... and the laundry needs doing... and hey, the toilets?  Hmmm.... 

Cinderelly, Cinderelly
Night and day it's Cinderelly
Make the fire, fix the breakfast
Wash the dishes, do the mopping
 

And the sweeping and the dusting
They always keep her hopping  

She goes around in circles
Till she's very, very dizzy
Still they holler

Keep a-busy Cinderelly!