Cinderella?

"Mom, you can be grumpy to me today."

"I can??? Why?"

"Because you're the wicked stepmother," and with a big flourish our sweet little Kiersley added, "And I'm Cinderella!"

And isn't it ironic, don't ya think? Because I remember walking through the house at thirteen and moaning about all of the chores I had each day and that my parents only had me to be their SLAVE. (I wasn't melodramatic or anything.) I insisted that everyone in the whole family call me Cinderella. Kiersley's just starting on this train of thought a little early :)