She is totally Cinderella and I am the evil not-step mother.
For the last 30-minutes she has been trying to put her clean laundry away. The laundry I cleaned for her. Alas, my highly intelligent daughter decided to hang up socks and underwear.
Did I mention there is a dedicated underwear drawer? There is also an underwear drawer. Heck, there is a drawer for all bottoms AND a separate drawer for all tops. And there is a cupboard for all her jammies. There is even a misc. drawer for things like bathing suits.
I'm pretty sure she is sulking her room lamenting her evil, unreasonable mother. I figured it was time for her to discover there isn't a laundry fairy.