“I know,” Gideon said, “How about you not let me watch Paw Patrol until me clean my room!” “Oh, what?” I stopped grating cheese and looked down at the boy who I had not heard walk up. He took a deep breath and repeated his idea, “How about me not get to watch Paw Patrol until I clean my room? How ’bout dat?” I wiped hair out of my eyes with my forearm and looked around the kitchen hoping there was someone there that could explain why this little boy was so excited about sharing this idea with me. But we were alone. The girls were upstairs confined to their shared bedroom where they were being forced to clean so their cousin could visit…