Lauren: "No. I get to clean our bathroom."
Me: "You can clean my bathroom, Lauren."
Lauren: (inspecting the toilet) "Hmmm. The other one is dirtier. I want the dirty one."
Ella: "Mom, we're having a contest to see who can make their bathroom the cleanest. And you can't just say that they're both the same. You have to be the hardest judge in the world."
Me: "Ella, I think a half a bottle of Soft Scrub will be plenty for the sink."
Lauren: (squirting cleaner into the toilet): "Mmmmm, Minty! Look, Mom. I'm so good at cleaning the toilet! It's so . . . sparkly."
Me: "Audrey, you can stop cleaning the floor now. It's all done. Really. All done." She burst into tears.
Ella: "Mom, can I scrub the toilet by myself. Please?"
Me: "Lauren, could you bring me the Folex?"
Lauren, reappearing moments later, strikes a pose, ready to spray: "It's Folex here! On the job!"
Ella: "Everybody! Get off of my clean floor!"
Me: "Lauren, could you bring me a white trash bag?"
Lauren, holding it open as wide as possible: "I've got it! Look at me! I'm so strong."
Lauren: "I love cleaning the bathroom! Heeheehee . . ."
It would have been easier to do it myself, but I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts.
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