I was making beds in the guest cabin. Ruth entered the cottage, screen door banging in that fabulous only in the summer way. :
"Mommy, whatcha doin'?"
"Making the beds for your Aunt and her family. Want to help?"
"O-k. Mom, you make beds a lot here."
"Sure seems like it."
"I never see you do that at home. This is hard work."
"Next we need to make dinner for 20. Funny vacation, huh?"
"Yeah. Boy does this suck for you."
Oh, tell me, young one.