The harassed mother rushed frantically around the room, grabbing a handful of toys and throwing them into a nearby box. "Nicole!" she shouted, while attempting to fold up two blankets and nudge a teddy bear under the bed in one fell swoop; "Nicole! Come here and clean your room!"
The little girl wandered over to the doorway. "What's wrong, mommy?" she asked. "My room's always been like that."
"Your uncles and aunties are coming over," said the mother, untangling the books from the half-folded bedsheets, "and I want them to see how neat and tidy your room is."
Nicole stood silently in the doorway for a moment. "But mommy," she said, "isn't that like lying?"
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Seriously, Question your Aims
The Edna Man
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