Cinderella, Cinderella

Let me begin by telling you that Avalon has never seen Cinderella, never read the book, hardly even seen the character.

It turns out that four-year-old girls are excellent story tellers. Thanks to las princessas at school Avalon can tell the whole story of Cinderella, pick her out of a line-up and play out the story ad nauseum. As I started feeling ad nauseous, I do what I always do when I want to go into a diatribe; I watched and bit my tongue until it bled.

Avalon: "You be the step-mother Elsa. She's mean and bossy. And Lenny you can be Rucifer, the grumpy cat. And I'll be Cinderella."
Me: "Does Elsa want to be the step-mom? Elsa, do you want to play that part?"
Elsa: "Yeah!"
A long silence...
Me: "Um Elsa, I think you get to tell Avalon what to do."
Elsa: Eyes grow big, "Avalon go!"
Avalon: Pretending a dejected look, "Okaaay..."

After a few minutes of Avalon telling Elsa what to tell Avalon to do, Avalon revised the parts.

"Now I'm Rucifer, Elsa's Cinderella and mom is the step-mother."

After a few seconds:

"Wait, wait, wait!!!! I'm the step-mom, Elsa's Rucifer and Mom is Cinderella!"

"Cinderella!!! Go clean the bedroom! And then wash Rucifer! And then do the dishes!"

The moral of the story:

1. It turns out I've been Cinderella all along.
2. It's not very desirable to be Cinderella.