Progress

The following conversation occurred last night. I called the girls to come down for dinner and as Hannah was coming down the stairs she had a funny look on her face.

"I just had the strangest feeling." she says.

I reply, "Really, why?"

"Well I just finished playing and then I cleaned up my mess and put everything away." Here she pauses and gets this little half smile on her face.

"And. . .?" I prompt.

"It felt good!" She declares in awe.

Finally! All the harping and pleading to get my child to pick up after herself have paid off! And it only took 8 years, that has to be some kind of record. And I have to say I was particularly thrilled to hear it happened today, because I just spent the better part of two days seriously cleaning out the girls' rooms and playroom. Do you suppose it will last?