The other day, Alex and Allison were supposed to be cleaning their rooms. Toys were everywhere. Of course, very little cleaning was actually happening. After about 30 minutes, Allison came downstairs. The dialogue went like this:
Me: "Aren't you supposed to be cleaning your room?"
She: "I can't, daddy."
Me: "Why not?"
She: "Because of all that messy stuff in there."
She's going to be a government worker with that kind of logic.
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