This morning I walked into the girls' room and discovered that Talia had gotten into the hair supplies. She was busily chucking ribbons, bows, clips, and rubberbands everywhere. When she saw me, she kept right on throwing, but started to sing the "Clean Up" song. Her coy smile said everything: I'm making a mess, and now Mommy has to clean it up.
I admit I was tempted to change the lyrics from "Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share" to "Clean up, clean up, or I'll thump your derrière." :)