Tonight at dinner, my husband dropped a taco chip on the floor. He bent down, picked it up, popped it in his mouth, and quickly retrieved the crumb saying "That's not my chip!" Then he put it back on the floor. Then we laughed.
I told you my house isn't "spotless." I did vacuum after dinner.
I wonder if this negates my pro-many-children post. As in, the woman who lives in the shoe clearly has so many children that her husband is eating crumbs off the floor.