because my kids don’t know the meaning of the word! I sent Carter and Bob upstairs to clean their bathroom while I cleaned up downstairs and Calvin vacuumed. After 20 minutes they came downstairs declaring, “All clean!” I said, “Are you sure? I’m going to go check . . .” They were positive they had done a complete job.
So I go upstairs, and find this:
and this:
and this:
Since when did junk all over the counter, flossers on the floor and towels piled up in the corner = clean? At least when they talk about my housekeeping skills to others, they must think our house is more sterile than a hospital room!