Yesterday, 3B got up and ran out into the living room, where he stopped in his tracks and had this exchange with Mama:
3B: Who cleaned our house?
Mama: She’s sitting right over there–Grammy cleaned our house.
3B: Thanks, Grammy.
Mama: Do you like it?
Mama: Is our house usually this clean?
Bad parents, no biscuit.
And thanks for ratting us out, kiddo.