Me to Treson: After lunch, how about we clean up and you and Zoe can swiffer the floors?"
(Yes, they love that).
T: "That sounds like a good idea."
Me: "And then maybe you can get your own rag and help mama dust."
T: "Dust? (with a look of disgust)"
T again: "Dust? Is somebody coming over?"
OK, so maybe I should start cleaning a little more often.