Sometimes Rachel expects to be waited on hand and foot. And I always tell her, I am not your maid, clean your own room and bathroom, get your own glass of water etc... Well today she turned the tables as I laid exhausted on the couch.
Mom - "Rachel, will you get me a glass of apple juice?"
Rachel - "I'm not your waiter!"
We both laughed and then she got me the glass.
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