I just heard Dizzle talking to Doodle and what she said cracked me up.
"Let's get out of here. This place is really creeping me out!"
Really, Dizzle. Your own house is, "really creeping you out?" Which part? The dust balls? The huge pile of recyclables? The splattering of oatmeal on the front of the dishwasher?
You know what kid? It's kind of creeping me out too. But, unless we get a maid or I get a few hours alone, it's going to be creeping you out for a while.