I had the carpool Tuesday this week, and one of our carpool friends came over after school until her mom got home from work. Let's just call her Ava to protect her privacy. So "Ava" and Grace were playing really well together in Grace's room. I heard happy and peaceful noise, and I was doing something in the kitchen, so I didn't check on them right away.
When I went back to check on them, something was not normal in Grace's room. Both beds were neatly made, and all of the toys were picked up from the immaculate floor. All of the shoes in the closet had been moved carefully into the corner, so that toys I normally pile in corners around the room each had a nice parking place. The typically toy-strewn doll cradle held a baby doll, perfectly tucked in with a neat little doll blanket over her. Every blanket was crisply folded and stacked in an appropriate place.
They had been playing "maids." I realized that an unusually talented six year old girl had cleaned my daughter's room for her TEN TIMES BETTER THAN I HAVE EVER CLEANED IT. I think this means I am officially housework challenged.*
*If you need further evidence of my claim, I burned spaghetti sauce and massacred stroganoff both this week.