Before my wife's return from a business trip this week, I struggled to get our pigsty ready to please her, to transform it into a model home. I wasn't about to do it by myself, though, so my daughter spent a couple days cleaning her room too. On my way out of her room, she asked, "Tete where you going?"
"To the kitchen."
"What you gonna do there?"
"Clean it up."
"Why?"
"So it's clean!"
Smirking, she remarked, "You're like Mama!"
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