I walked into the girls room to get some clothes for Hannah and noticed how impossibly messy it was. I couldn’t even get into the closet because Reagan was sitting in the doorway of the closet playing. This was the very short exchange that followed:

Me: Wow, this room is a disaster again.

Reagan: Yeah (without even bothering to look up from playing)

Me: Should I even bother to clean it now?

Reagan: Nooooooo (still couldn’t be bothered to look up and didn’t even notice when I left the room)