Apparently, if you don't keep the string cheese coming, you're looking at a pink slip.
"MOMMY. You are NOT OUR MOMMY ANYMORE. You ruined my snack."
She graciously decided to re-hire me about 10 seconds later, welcoming me back with smiles and hugs, and retracting her demand for more cheese. "I would have an apple cutted into pieces, Mommy. You could bring it to me."
Oh, MAY I?
This is interesting, though. Pandora's Box has been opened. Can I fire her the next time she comes into my bed at 3 am and ruins my sleep?
