Kitchen Cleaner

hey, I remember trying to teach Chelsie to be resopnesable. She could do such a good job and other times, hum. One night Neil and I had been out for the evening. Chelsie was suppose to clean the kitchen. I came home and was so happy the kitchen was clean. I looked in the fridge for some reason and I couldn't believe my eyes. There was the taco meat, we had for dinner, sitting on the self of the fridge. No bowl, no container just sitting in a pile on the shelf. Ok, well, very interesting way to put the food away. I took a picture and put in her scapebook. She ended up liking to clean bathrooms for some reason. Every weekend she would call to be the bathroom cleaner. She could really do a good job if she wanted to. I wonder if she has to clean bathrooms in heaven? Mom