It’s clean! It’s clean!—The house is CLEAN!
Miles is finally Saturday-Trained! He came downstairs as I was cleaning the kitchen floor and inquired as to whether or not there was a bathroom available for use. I told him that I hadn’t cleaned the upstairs bathroom yet, and he replied anxiously, “Are you sure?―because I can hold it if I need to!—Or I could go and find a public restroom! I know not to cross you!”
I think I like being a little feared.