Kids! Don't you just love 'em?
Years ago, when we lived in a smaller house and my sewing machine was in the bedroom of one of my girls, I suddenly realized it was bedtime, and my sewing was scattered about the room. I rushed in and started straightening up and apologized, "Becky, I'm so sorry I have to sew in your bedroom."
She promptly replied, "You don't sew in my bedroom, Momma. I sleep in your sewing room!"