i went into her 'cave' this morning. (cave = an under-the-stairs closet full of toys & books that the former owner craftily painted with a dinosaur mural) i was organizing odds and ends back in their bins as there was so much stuff on the floor you could scarcely walk inside. lily asked...
'what are you doing in there mama?'
'i'm cleaning up!'
'when you're done can i get it all messy again?'
story of my life.