Literally

I told nicely asked Emma to clean her room this morning.  My exact words were something along the lines of, "Pick up all that junk off your floor."

Awhile later, Emma was downstairs again, playing with her sisters.  Elizabeth wanted to play Yahtzee with me, and Emma wanted to join in.  I asked her if she had done anything with her room.  She got a coy look, and said, "Maybe."

Her face was trying to tell me something was up, so I trudged up those stairs, and found this:

She took my words literally, and put (most) of her laundry/toys/books/papers on her bed.  The rest was shoved in the corner between her dresser and her wall, or under her bed.

I laughed.  Then I sighed.  That girl....