When I was about ten I very stupidly told my Mom she was the maid. I saw my short life pass before my eyes in the time it took for her to walk from the kitchen to the front porch where I was hiding.
Not that very long ago I took an inventory of my daily tasks. I called my mom and asked her if she remembered my ten year old comment. Of course she remembered. Then I told her about my inventory and said "I am the maid!". She laughed and said "why do you think it made me so mad?"
I have been babysitting two cute little girls once a week for my neighbor. They are so much fun. The four year old though calls me "Wells". I told her she could call me sister Wells or even Erin but she prefers Wells. This is not a big deal I think it's very unique and sweet but it also makes me sound like the butler. I guess there is no escaping it I am the help. My children however better never refer to me as the help and I definitely am training them to be maids and butlers right along with me.
