Darcy's room is almost always a disaster zone.
We ask her regularly to tidy up her room.
With limited results...
There always seems to be stuff everywhere.
Darcy is definitely feeling better.
The other night, Damian had just finished telling Darcy to put away the stuff on her bedroom floor, when he took a look in her closet. He shook his head and in an exasperated voice calmly said:
"Darcy, Darcy, Darcy."
She looks over at Damian and says:
"You don't have to keep saying my name under your breath like that. How would you like it if I said your name like that all the time? hmph... Damian, Damian, Damian."
She gathered up a pile of clothes off her floor and headed down the hall to the laundry basket shaking her head and quietly saying:
"Damian, Damian, Damian."
Then as she walked back past her room heading to the bathroom to go brush her teeth she was heard mumbling:
"Damian, Damian, Damian"
As she came back into her room and climbed into bed she was still all:
"Damian, Damian, Damian."
So happy my Darcy is feeling better, mess and all!