The Thanks I Get

Big Kid marched into his room and looked around with an irritated look on his face:

Big Kid: What happened?

Ashley: I'm cleaning your room.

Big Kid: (looks around in disapproval) It doesn't wook cwean.

Ashley: I'm organizing, that takes a while and things look messier at first. I've done a lot though. See all the books nicely lined up on your bookcase?

Big Kid: Dey go down dere (pointing to a big basket on the floor)

Ashley: They were everywhere, now they are nicely lined up and you can find them.

Big Kid: Yeah (unenthusiastically) How come dese pitchur fwames are on my bed? Dey don't go dere.

Ashley: I'm going to put them back on top of your dresser.

Big Kid: Do.

(at this point I didn't know whether to laugh or slap him)

Ashley: Hey I worked hard on this. I labeled all of your puzzles and puzzle pieces and put them in Ziplocs with a corresponding label so it will be easier to keep them together and put them away!

Big Kid: Dat is owganizeded?

Ashley: Yes, I think so.

Big Kid: To me, it dest wooks wike you messeded up my woom.

Ashley: Well then you'll just have to wait until I'm done. It's going to be great.

Big Kid: Okay. But I don't want you to wet wittle kid in here and don't be throwin' my stuffs away.

Ashley: Aye, aye captain.