When Parenting a Princess Leads to Potato Peeling Surprises

Our daughter is 13. We raise her like a princess: we don’t make her do the dishes, wash and clean, we give her a lot of freedom. Pink hair, nose piercing, the most fashionable clothes — no problem.

And then she came back home from her new friend’s place all excited and said, “Anya’s parents are so cool! They even let her cook soup!”

It turns out that our princess was entrusted to peel potatoes, and she choked with delight, feeling all grown up. Really?
We tried so hard to protect her from all these chores, which she will have enough in adulthood, and she wants to peel potatoes! Well, it’s time to teach her how to cook.

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