I wonder . . . who does the dishes at Cinderella’s house. What happened in her happily ever after? Does sheever get elbow deep in spaghetti sauce, finger paint and bathwater while little princess makes an royal messon the floor? I got my fairy tale. Prince Charming came in on a white horse and swept me away. Now what?That’s where the story ends. This is where I get to live happily ever after.