The Art of Cleaning (or Stuffing Under Furniture)

So a couple months back the girls learned the art of stuffing their books under the couch. They didn't really try it after that because Mommy wasn't happy and made them clean up all the books yet again, or for the first time depending on which point of view you're taking.

Yesterday we were preparing for the missionaries to come over for dinner. I was in the kitchen, Nathan was vacuuming the living room and the girls were "cleaning" their bedroom. After they were done I walked past to at least throw my hair in a ponytail (we went swimming just before this) and I looked at the lovely, freshly vacuumed room and saw this...

That's right. They'd stuffed everything under there bed. I went to go get the girls to fix it and Nathan told me the rest of the story. He'd told the girls to clean up so that he could vacuum the floor. Well, they made it so he could vacuum and were so proud when he walked into the bedroom. "We did it, Daddy! We did it!" He just couldn't get after them, but he did tell them that they couldn't stuff their stuff under the bed again.