It is not easy being 2 years old in this household. They work me to the bone. I have tried numerous times to tell folks of the deplorable situation I am in but to no avail. I have therefore been forced to put out this pictorial proof of child labour and hope that some upright netizen may step in and come to my rescue.

Cleaning the back porch.

Ferrying some sand.

Tending to the garden.

Walking the dog.

Blowing up the dinghy.

Massaging a member of the family.

Fishing for the evening meal.

Supervising my two rascal siblings wash their school shoes.

Painting the wall.

Making noodles.

. . . . . and at the end of each day, all I get is a small bowl of food that I have to eat in the corner of the kitchen. If this situation carries on, I might as well change my name to Cinderfella!
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