Ella came out the other night, dressed all in black, to deliver a speech she had written. But at the last minute she handed it to B, told him to read it, and disappeared into her room embarrassed by the attention. Here's the speech, sic all:
DEAR FELLOW PARENTS, I feel I shoud get an allounce. I have been deeply thinking about folding landry fifty cents a week. I hope you agree. I so pleese sghen below.
Once B and I stopped giggling at her spelling and choice of words, we called her out of her room. We told her it was a very polite request and that we would discuss it. Then we talked about how "Fellow Parents" really only applied if she was also a parent. She giggled at the idea of being a parent.
So this week we're going to experiment with laundry folding and see how she does. It's worth the fifty cents she's asking, considering I'd have to pay my cleaning lady a lot more to fold the laundry. Of course, once Ella sees the mountain of clothes, she may change her mind or request a raise.