Up to Mom's Standards........

I had spent the week visiting my sister, and we expected our parents to arrive the next day. Early that morning I awoke to the noise of the vacuum cleaner. My sister was hard at work sweeping, dusting and cleaning windows. "What are you doing?" I asked sleepily, as she shoved a dust-cloth into my hand." Get to work. Mom and Dad will be here by noon." She raced into the kitchen and began mopping the floor. "The place looks great," I protested. "You cleaned it just before I got here." "Yes, but for you the house was sister clean," she replied, never breaking stride with her mop. "Now it has to be mother clean!" I started dusting.