The house is clean. The cookies are baked. The computer room no longer looks like a junk room. The dining room table is clear. The dishes are all clean. Mom even spent some time organizing the fabric bits and ends in the sewing room. She even found a crocheted bespread she had hidden away. Here I am checking it out. I don't understand what is good about this thing, because it has millions of holes in it. You can see right through it.
You can also tell that I have learned to half-close my eyes when Mom brings the little flashy camera around.