Her daughter

They tried to talk us into it.
It was hard to wiggle out.
Without stating the obvious.
They gave their daughter too much clout.
I could only assume she'd wield the power, While they proudly look on.
They'd dote and coo, so they too I would be enduring on and on.
While she takes every moment, succumb to their miniature con. 
How could it possibly be worth it, To have her a part of my holiday? 
My kindness would be counterfeit. And at bedtime she won't go away.
They brought it up time and again. It's really an impossible sell.
To our tiny house for vacation. A perfectly miserable hell.