Today was a house-cleaning day. The kids’ room was particularly messy. I asked them to help me clean it. They did help, I’m happy to say, but apparently they thought the work was too hard. “I’m dying,” wailed poor Marshall as he put some of his things into a bag. “I’m not built for cleaning. I’m built for making a mess!”
There’s some truth in that. Children are very good at making messes!