My son Jonah spent some time cleaning his room yesterday. With him, it is a never ending battle to uncover carpet beneath the pile of dirty laundry, Playstation game cases, baseball equipment, and various toys. (Not unlike most boys his age, I suspect.)
As he trudged down the stairs and through the living room where Mrs. Frankly and I were reading, I asked, "Did you make your bed?" "No," he sighed. Then he brightened with inspiration and said, "I was going to, but today is the Sabbath."
The kid cracks me up.