I walk in on Juliet in the living room, where she has assembled a midden of newspapers, towels, pillows, random toys, and the clean bedsheets that we're supposed to take to school for her to nap on.
Me: Juliet, what are you doing?
J: I'm making a mess!
Me: Oh?
J: Yes, it's really horrible.
At least she knows what she's up to. And, she said that she would clean it up when she's done.
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