Breath

Me: “Brush your teeth, Keith. Then it’s off to bed, Fred.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “I already did.”

Me: “Go brush them.”

LMT: “I did!”

Me: “I’m serious. Brush your teeth.”

LMT: “BUT I ALREADY DID!”

Me: “Then let me smell your breath.”

LMT: “Fine.” (plods off to brush her teeth)

LMT: “I actually brushed them. Are you happy?”

Me: “That was the goal, yes.”

Clean-ish

Me: “It’s time to go. You were given plenty of warning. Is your room clean?”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Yes.”

Me: “Really? You can’t go with me unless your room is truly clean.”

LMT: “It is.”

Me: “For your info, I’m going go check for myself.”

LMT: “Give me a minute.” (Runs upstairs and starts cleaning furiously)