*From Katie's mind

Can you believe it?! My mean Mommy is making me pick up ALL these Cheerios. BY MYSELF. There must be a million of them. I don't care if I spilled them, I should not have to pick them up. I should be allowed to draw on the walls again to make them pretty. Or I should be allowed to wash my baby dolls with the water that is found in those things in the bathrooms. At the very least I should be allowed to go wash my hands and wash my hair again. Why does mommy keep stopping me from these things. I'm only helping her out.

These cheerios are a warning system so that she doesn't step on her papers.

I clean my babies so she doesn't have to.

I wash my hair hourly so that it's ALWAYS clean. After all it is the only sink in the house I can reach with the step stool, that MUST be why it's there.

She wanted art and pictures on the walls, so I helped with that. I don't understand why she told me it was wrong for me to draw on them.

She didn't even appreciate my help with shaking the wrinkles out of the clothes. I found them folded on the table and thought that the folds were giving them wrinkles.

I think instead of me taking all the naps, Mommy should take them. Perhaps then she would appreciate my help more.