I just remembered this and had to post it...
A few nights ago at dinner time, I called the family to the table to eat. Kynzie was a bit slow coming, so I called her a bit more firmly the second time. She came to the table and let out a heavy "hmph". She gave a small foot-stomp and said through tightly pursed lips:
"Every time she gets a minute, that's when they begin it - Cinderelli, Cinderelli"
And just so you know, she does have chores (jobs), but only two really. However, she often asks if she can scrub the floor, but I think it's only because she thinks bubbles will float around everywhere.
She's a keeper.
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