While I was upstairs putting laundry away, Katelynn busied herself by constructing one of her famous Clue-Boggle-Chutes and Ladders-Life-Payday-Travel Connect Four-Chinese Checkers-Wizard of Oz Trivia-Apples to Apples-Farkle-Monopoly-and-Mexican Train Double Twelve Dominoes piles.

Needless to say, I was not amused.

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ME (head exploding): “KATELYNN! OH MY GAWD, WHY DID YOU MAKE THAT BIG MESS??!! YOU ARE GOING TO CLEAN UP EVERY ONE OF THOSE GAMES LITTLE MISSIE! I AM VERY UPSET! START PICKING THEM UP RIGHT NOW.”

KATELYNN: “You help me, Mommy.”

ME: “ABSOLUTELY NOT. You did it. You clean it up.”

KATELYNN: “Mommy, I don’t like your attitude.”

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I bit a hole clean through my cheek, but I managed to stifle a burst of laughter. And THAT’S progress, people.