Cleaning the room

Apparently if I pretend to be a parrot and squawk out the names of things that need to be picked up, it keeps the girls amused enough to scurry around and pick them up. For my own amusement I pointed at things on opposite sides of the room for them to pick up. Third night in a row the floor is tidy. This is only the first night of the parrot though. I need a drink of water now. My throat is a little rough!