"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."
No comments:
Post a Comment