I got told.

Yesterday, after realizing the mess that Matt and Kayla had made in the basement I was giving them the big "your four years old and should know better" lecture.

Kayla looked at me, with her deep brown eyes and said with her hands on my face...

"Mom, MOM! You clean, me clean, Matt clean, it gets all cleaned up... we go upstairs and eat dinner and everyone feel better".

How could I still be upset after that?

Apparently, I was crabby, because I was hungry.