…or the children we deserve, as the case may be…

Cinder: Mom, the bad news is I kind of wrecked your nail clippers. The good news is, I learned something.

…

Cinder: I am appalled you would think I’d touch Flora’s bum with an open flame.

Jane: Good.

Cinder: Now, hot wax, that’s a different matter altogether.

Jane: Cinder…

Cinder: What? I’d have to touch it with my finger first, so how bad would it be?

…

There’s a reason his nickname’s Cinder.