Conversations....

Setting: Caiti Mae standing in her door way, staring at a hurricane ridden room

Caiti, with her hands on her hips: Umm..my room what a mess.

Daddy: Yes it is, maybe we should clean it up today.

Caiti: Na, my mom will clean it for me.

Grabs one of her babies, turns and walks out the door.

Crap what have I taught her???!!!