The Irony of Cinderella

L got sick this morning, so that, coupled with intestinal distress, made me keep her home from preschool.  She laid on the loveseat watching cartoons with E while I cleaned the house from top to bottom for her play date tomorrow.  As I was finishing up, she said to me, "Mama, let's play Cinderella.  You be the stepmother and I'll be Cinderella."  The irony that I had just cleaned the house top to bottom and she hadn't lifted a finger to help was not lost on me...