Scene: upstairs hallway at 6:00 a.m.
[From downstairs] Mommy? I downstairs.
Mmmmmph…?
I getting a broom to sweep da sand outta my bed.
Abby? Why is there sand in your bed? You know what? Mommy has to pee. You get started sweeping the sand. That’s a great idea.
OK, Mommy.
[Flush]
Abby, now tell Mommy why there’s sand in your bed. Aaaaaaah!!
[Sees laundry basket overturned on bed, clothes stacked on the outside, underpants stuffed into handles.]
Abby, what did you do to your laundry basket?
[Silence.]
Abby, why is your laundry basket on your bed?
[Crickets.]
Abby let me help you sweep the sand.
It’s OK, Mommy, I got it.
Alright, Abby I’m gonna go get dressed now.
[Sometimes it's just not worth asking...]
