Lila's sitting in her high chair having a snack of apples and cheese. I'm cleaning the kitchen- wiping off counters and loading the dishwasher. She's watching me very intently, like she always does. "I'm cleaning" I tell her. She raises her eyebrows, turns around in her high chair and points into the family room. "Oh" I say, "you think the family room needs cleaning too?"
She nods her head, says "Yes" and continues to eat her snack.
She's right. The family room is a mess.