Hello...My name is Cinderella

As you know, Cinderella had mice friends that helped her do many things when she was busy with other chores. I seem to have mice of my own. June and Robyn have been up to sneaky plans when I am not there.

The other night, I was watching a show and the kids were in bed (so to speak). I could hear them moving around upstairs but I was too exhausted to care. They weren't fighting so I figured I would ignore the pitter-patter back and forth.
Eventually my show ended and I decided that I should probably put them back in bed. I went upstairs and they were both in my room....CLEANING! They had already cleaned their room and the loft and they were working their way across the entire upstairs. They were so proud of themselves. "Look what we did!" they exclaimed.
How could I be mad at them? I told them I felt like Cinderella when she comes up and finds her dress all finished. "It's beautiful!" I told them. I asked them if they were being my helper mice friends and they just smiled.
They finally fell asleep and when I checked on them, I found their beds made and they were sleeping on top of the covers. What little sweeties.

Tyler came home later and I was talking to him when I discovered this funny thing: the girls had found a dollar crumpled under the desk in the our room and one of them (probably Robyn) had just thrown it away (after all, they were cleaning). I looked in the garbage and thought, "Why is there money in the trash? Oh, it is my little mice hard at work." I should probably explain at some point that we don't throw money away, even if it is a bit wrinkled.