Papa: Hey Em. How are you? How's my little Sweetie? [fully knowing "sweetie" is NOT me]
Me: I'm good Dad.
Papa: Ohhhhh good. Ummmm so how's Ellie?
Me: Ya, Ya - she good. Always is.
Papa: I tell ya. That kid. She is so good. So obedient. So kind. [I've tuned out by now - I forget all the 5-7 other positive things.]
Me: Yep. I'm lucky.
Papa: You sure are. I mean - what a great kid. ..... .... [I might be ADHD as again I must have gotten bored with all the "she's great" comments.]
Don't get me wrong. He's right 99.99999% of the time. And I love that he notices what a terrific kid she is.
However, I got this attitude after school.
Mom, I feel like Cinderella. "clean up after the dog?" - ummm ya it's your dog.
"help with cookie dishes?" - yep, it's for YOUR activity days tonight.
"put away my clothes?" - shall we donate them instead?
"clean the sliding door?" - unless you want to put cling wrap all over it from your dogs nose/tongue.
Then in a [failed] attempt to make "light" of the drama I beckoned, "Cinder-Ellie, can you please sweep up the crumbs from your salami baguette sandwich since your other dog apparently won't eat a crumb smaller than a golf ball."
Total breakdown - tears .... drama .... drama .... drama ....
My little "Cinder-Ellie" at 2.
Believe it or not Papa, she does have an "off" day - once every year. ;)