"You haven't cleaned your house yet, have you?" said the 4-year-old boy I was babysitting this morning. He was eyeing the dishes and crumbs on the kitchen counter.
"No, I guess I haven't," I replied. I didn't feel like giving an inventory of my morning to him. How I'd scraped pumpkin goo off floor, chairs and table, or roasted pumpkin seeds, or had to clean up the water bath the twins made in the other bathroom while I was showering, or any of the regular morning chores I had completed.
So, while he played with Annie, Maddie and his little sister, I cleaned up the kitchen. And he poured out nearly every toy we own on the toy room floor.