From the mouths of babes

I cleaned the office a bit while my computer was “down” and scanning for viruses.

Amy: “Dad. Where’s this thing that belongs in here?”
Dad: “I cleaned. It’s gone.”
Amy: “But I don’t want it gone.”
Dad: “Doesn’t it look better?”

She then goes and sits on the stairs. Sings:
“And you don’t know what to do with dinner”
“I don’t know what to do so I’m just sitting singing”
“You do know what to do with cat poo” (maybe that was food)
“You don’t know what to do”
oops. Dad interupted. “I’m singing. Don’t talk to me while I’m singing.”
“You don’t know what to do with steps.”
“You do know what to do with cat food.”