Me: “You have to clean up all those art supplies before you can do anything else.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “ANYTHING?”

Me: “Yes, anything.”

LMT: “Can we blink?”

Danger Monkey, age 8: “I hope we can breathe.”

Me: “Just clean it up.”

DM: “My cells are all moving around.”

LMT: “Can we poop?” (much giggling)