We were discussing what we had planned for today and my hand went up as being locked-down at the computer post-processing far too many photo shoots (Sorry Diede). I suggested that Miss Four scrub the floors for me.
She said, 'No, I'm the bad sister', sounding certain that that explained everything.
It took us a moment then we realised. 'So you're not Cinderella?'
'No!' she replied.
Clearly we need to find story books that talk of small children who cleaned house because they enjoyed pleasing their parents and grandparents ...
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