Mummy's got a cold.
We've been doing lots of inside stuff. And that means lots of playing with toys. Toys that get everywhere. Really everywhere- lego on the stairs, dolls in the bathroom, playing house stuff in their beds (I always sleep with a fork and 1/2 a watermelon, don't you?) and today they set up a bookshop in the genkan. Needless to say we have been playing the game we all wish we didn't have to- Let's Pack Up!!! on a daily basis.
Today was a particularly bad day with two cleanups necessary after Amy decided we needed a swimming pool in the living room, or maybe it was a beach for her shell collection, or maybe- nah, you know what, there's no point trying to make sense of Amy's reasoning so let's just say she emptied a cup of water on the floor with significant collateral damage of the stuffed animal variety.
By pack-up two M had had it.
'But, I don't like packing up, mummy!'
'Neither do I.'
'Well don't do it!'
'Don't make messes all the time and we wouldn't have to pack up everyday. Just get out the toy you want and leave the others.'
'But I can't see the toys when they're all packed up!!'
She's right. But I can't see my floor when they're not....