A few nights ago while Cady was in the tub and I’d asked her to put her head back so I could wet her hair:

“You know, daddy…all this stuff you ask me to do? It’s a lot of stuff. I have to get out of bed. Put on my clothes. Eat my food. Clean my hair. Wipe my bootie. Clean up my room. It’s a lot of stuff to do, and I’m not proud of you any more.”