No sooner had our boys started dashing around the house than they promply slimed Kristin with germs, resulting in a sore throat and eventually losing her voice this week. This interesting event did not go unnoticed by Anaya.
"Mommy, can I watch a video?" Anaya asked me this afternoon.
"Well, maybe, if the living room and playroom all get cleaned up."
Anaya lugged an armload of toys from the living room to the playroom. "Good start," I encouraged. "Now how about cleaning the playroom? I can help you."
Anaya meditated on the problem briefly, then returned to the living room. "I'm sooooo tired," she breathed, slumping down on the couch. (I swear, this bears no resemblance to me.)
"Too bad for you. You're obviously too tired to watch anything."
Anaya returned shortly, still evidently in fragile health. "I'd better be careful," she warned delicately. "I might lose my VOICE."
Anaya FINALLY cleaned the playroom just now (amid the steady reminders that she wouldn't be able to watch "Joseph" until it was clean). "Mommy, come see! I cleaned the playroom!" Sure enough, the floor was clear.
"It didn't take very long!" she rattled on, amazed at her own productivity. "I thought it would be NIGHT when I finished."