Zoey's room is never clean. She will spend, literally, four hours cleaning her room and I will give it the "Ok". Twenty minutes later it's a disaster area again. I really haven't been able to figure it out yet. It's a little weird.
So my dad says to her this morning, "Zoey, your room is always a mess. What are you going to do - always have a messy room your whole life?"
She responds, "No grandpa, when I grow up I'll have someone clean it for me."
Hee hee. Now, in the meantime, it would be great if she could at least keep a path open so I can kiss her goodnight without stepping on something and swearing. :o)
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