Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Convo with Ainie

Ainie cornered me in the closet putting clothes away a few minutes ago. 

"Mama," she demanded with her hands on her hips, toe tapping, "Why do me have to clean today?" 

We've already had variations of the conversation about a million and two times, so for the million and third time I answered her, "We're cleaning, my dear precocious child, so we will have a clean house."

"Why?  No one's coming over."

"Some people actually live in clean houses."

"Not us."

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