I have a saying which I use frequently with my children. It is: “Hey, the cleaning fairy doesn’t live here. Pick up your stuff.” Sometimes we even have entire conversations along the same lines.
Child: I don’t want to do the dishes.
Me: Well, neither do I, but the cleaning fairy stopped making rounds at our house.
Repeat both responses indefinitely.
Anyway, so here was my dear daughter’s picture on the back of my Mothers’ Day card. I think she was making the point that I’m angelic (so true).
As you may have noticed, I’m ascending to heaven with a Windex bottle in hand. Apparently I don’t get to stop cleaning even when I die. See, it really does never end. I figured as much.