This morning, after spending a few hours doing an overhaul in Christian’s room (changing sheets, dusting, throwing out stuff he’ll never remember but would swear he needs on a daily basis if asked, etc.) I told Max to come and take a look.
“Oh my gosh!” he exclaimed, “You did that so fast!” (He’s very exuberant and complimentary; that’s why I invited him in.)
“Thanks,” I said. “Take a look in the closet.”
He opened the closet.
“Oh my gosh! It’s like a miracle!”
Really? A miracle?
“Thanks,” I said.
“Mom, can you make a miracle in my room?”
Well, I guess. When you put it that way.