Yesterday afternoon, we used team effort to clean the downstairs family room/toy room/school room and bathroom. Katie was strutting around with Mary on her left hip and a feather duster in her right hand.

“This is easy, Mom,” she said with a tone that implied she didn’t know why I was always complaining about such a thing. Yeah, you go girl.

Did anybody else have to vacuum 2 cups off rice of the school room floor?