As I walked downstairs I couldn’t help noticing Cinderella cued up to play and then I turn the corner into the kitchen there’s my three-year-old fixing her own breakfast. I don’t know whether to be infuriated, concerned, or just proud.

As I walked downstairs I couldn’t help noticing Cinderella cued up to play and then I turn the corner into the kitchen there’s my three-year-old fixing her own breakfast. I don’t know whether to be infuriated, concerned, or just proud.