Cinderella
Today I had a friend over to visit. I had to clean feverishly before she arrived. The house was so flithy.
I enlisted Tater in the clean up effort. I asked her to pick up the toys, fold her pajamas and put them neatly on her bed, wash her face, brush her teeth...
The last thing I asked her to do was wipe the coffee table with a damp cloth. She obliged without a complaint.
A few minutes later I walked by and heard her singing as she wiped:
I enlisted Tater in the clean up effort. I asked her to pick up the toys, fold her pajamas and put them neatly on her bed, wash her face, brush her teeth...
The last thing I asked her to do was wipe the coffee table with a damp cloth. She obliged without a complaint.
A few minutes later I walked by and heard her singing as she wiped:
Sing sweet nightingale.
Sing sweet nightingale.
Ah ah ah ah ah.
In the Disney movie, this is the song Cinderella sings as she scrubs the floors.
Tater said that yes, she was pretending to be Cinderella.
Does that make me the evil stepmother?
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That will be a wonderful attribute she can carry with her all her life.
Good job, C.M. and little Cinderella!
One more resource that I came across after my kids were mostly grown was a book by Sally Clarkson. I think it was called the Whole-Hearted Child. I have since passed it along to a young mom - if I still had it I would send it to you.
It is one of those books I wish I would have had when the boys were little.