You know your husband has been obsessing about his fish tank stuff too much when, upon turning the corner and nearly stepping on his daughter, he exclaims, “Oh! Little floor-covering sponge!”
I am always humored (or chagrined, depending on how clean the linoleum is) at how my children think nothing of being splayed out in a heap in the middle of the kitchen floor. I call them my little loll-abouts.
And then I say, “Can you please move?”
Same happens here. Except it usually ends up not in “Please move,” but “Get up off that dirty floor!”