A minute ago, Claire Helen got thirsty, so she went to the cupboard, got herself a cup, opened the refrigerator, got out the (right) milk, and poured it. She got a drop or so on the ground, so she got a dish towel out of the right drawer, cleaned it up, and threw the dish towel down the dirty clothes. All without asking me for help with any of it.
Sweet! And also, sniff, where'd my baby go? Thank goodness we have an extra.