Mom decided that my room was very dusty and that it must be dusted.  My theory is that if the dust is laying still on things it is not bothering me so I will leave it alone.  She thinks that wiping it around and up into the air for me to breathe in is a much better idea.  So she came over and moved all my stuff around and complained that the cars outside were making my fan dirty and blah blah.  Thank you for dusting my room, mom.  It was very thoughtful of you.  (Oh she also Swiffered  my floor without the swiffer pad on the stick thing. )

Mom dusting under my bed