Mama, you are papa's slave!

I forgot why but one time I found myself explaining to Rey about slavery, about people who are very unwilling, but still have to do hard work for others.
R: What kind of hard work?
I: Washing clothes, doing some tough chores, cooking...
R: (in deep thoughts) So, mama you are papa's slave, right?
I: Me? Papa's slave? Never!
I couldn't stop laughing after that, but there's a bit of truth in that. Ah...self-pity.