A friend needed help moving and cleaning her condo. My family went over one morning to help.
Olivia and I were assigned to the lanai, which was extremely dusty and full of old-rug debris. We each took a broom and dustpan and started sweeping.
"Do I have to do this really good?" she asked.
"Yes, you do," I said.
"How good? Is this good enough?" she continued, indicating a half-swept pile of dirt.
"Honey, no. You have to get it all in the dustpan. Has to be really clean," I explained.
"But why?" Olivia pressed.
Getting the faintest bit exasperated, I looked at her and said, "If this were your room, how would you want to treat it? Wouldn't you want to do a good job so it's all clean?"
"No. I would do it half good and then go out and play and let the wind blow the rest away," Olivia told me.
Why do I ask? Really?