The Katie Chronicles: Confession is Good for the Soul Edition

Recently, Katie and Ethan played in our basement and had to clean up the mess. Ethan complained that Katie only did one or two things and he did most of the work. We are so numb to squabbles over insignificant (to us) differences between the kids -- an ice cream dip that is one or two microns smaller than a sibling's, an extra page of a bed time story that one got and the other didn't -- that we didn't pay much attention. And then about an hour later, Katie hands me this note. In case you can't read first grade penmanship, allow me to translate: "Dear Mommy, I love you so much but Ethan did do all the work. All I did was sweep and pick up my shoes and my stuffed animal. Love, Katie. PS, I cannot find my books." Superego achieved? Well, we're working on it.