The Good Daughter

"So Papa.", Morgan said in the middle of mopping the floor. "Yes son." "What did you get Taylor for her birthday?" We were cleaning the house, getting ready for Taylor's slumber party that evening. Morgan and I were on bathroom detail. "What makes you think we got her a present?", I asked wryly. "Papa!", he said, folding his thin, muscly arms against his narrow chest in disdain. "Taylor is a good daughter. How many times has she been in trouble this month?!! Not that many. You should really get her a present." He was frowning now. "Ok Morgan. I'll think about it.", I said relenting. "So, Taylor is a good daughter, huh. Is she a good sister?"

"No.", he said continuing to mop. "But she is a good daughter."