Melody was getting dressed in the princess costume that grandma gave Dixie for her birthday. People kept touching her to try to fix things, and she was getting irritated, so I explained that true princesses are surrounded by people who are always tying them, fluffing them, and fixing their hair to keep them perfect and beautiful at all times.
So Melody comes up to me so that I can put her necklace on. As I am fastening the clasp, she turns her head and says, "Mommy, you are my servant now."
Now? Now? Honey, I've been your servant for YEARS. You just figured that out?