Wash Me

The other night Belle comes into the living room, plops down on the couch and announces that she’s bored. I say, “The kitchen floor needs to be mopped, the dishwasher needs to be emptied and loaded, there are clothes to be folded, the furniture needs to be dusted, the carpet needs to be vacuumed, the bathrooms need to be cleaned, the windows need to be washed, the front and back porch needs to be swept and we need food.”

“Oh! I just remembered I have a reading log due this Friday for Mrs. Harris’ class. I have to go read.”

“Bello? I cooked, are you going to clean the kitchen?”

“I’ll tell you what, if you put all the left overs away, I’ll clean the whole house tomorrow.”

The next day – perfectly cleaned house.

Two days later – disaster.

“Bello, your soda cans, candy wrappers, popcorn bags, cracker box, peanut jar…. Can’t you clean up after yourself?”

“I did. Two days ago.”

Fucker.