Your little kid crawls around in the giant lap, finding a spot and paying attention to the poor girl known as Cinderella get locked in the attic because of the prince who came to find the owner of the slipper, which is her.

Your monster of a husband surprisingly shakes his head in disapproval. “You see how they do her?” He looks down at the kid who nods ‘yes’.

You try not to giggle from behind the corner as he approvingly yells out a cheerful “YEAH!” Once the neglected princess announces that that’s her glass slipper from the ball.