Deal With It
Mom, cleaning up the kitchen, calling:
Anna! We need more wash cloths in the kitchen.
Anna: Aw, Mo-om! Why do I always have to do everything?
Mom: Well, it is your job to do the wash cloths.
Anna: Exasperated sigh. Stomp, stomp, stomp downstairs to laundry room…
~ 5 minutes later ~
Anna, handing me a stack of 6 neatly folded wash cloths:
This is all I can do right now. You’re just going to have to deal with it.