I washed three loads of dishes.
I cleaned down the outside of the stove, the fridge door and the front of the cupboards.
I scrubbed the kitchen benches, and scraped dried cake mix from the food jars.
Finally, I mopped sticky sugar from the floors, the same floors that I had cleaned only yesterday.
If it wasn't for the fact that Mym's baked creations are disarming in their deliciousness and so very beautiful,
(her talent for cleaning, sadly, is inversely proportional),
I wouldn't let her
or any other teenager anywhere near my kitchen,
not even if you paid me
(little finger moves to side of chin)
one million dollars.
