It's just that I had only just mopped the floor. Moments before. It was still wet, in fact.
That's when the boys acted on a whim of unplanned creativity. Retrieved from the craft box, they burst open a bag of . . . wait for it . . . rainbow feathers.
Picture a Disney movie pillow fight.
Too many feathers to count. All over the floor. Clinging, even, since the floor was still wet.
And that's why I don't mop.
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