A couple of the reasons why I don't mind my servitude:
I misplaced my cell phone and told Big A we'd just have to wait for it to ring until we found it. She responded, "Guess we're just sitting around waiting for Mr. Brightside" Mr. Brightside is my ring tone.
Little A wandered into one of my closets and found my underthings. Out of the entire collection, she chose the Wonderwoman ones to wrap around her neck and wear as a treasure.
Hail the Queens.