I think the kids and the dog are beginning to cancel each other out, when it comes to my kitchen floor.

The dog eats much of what the kids drop, and Lucy, when she crawls around in her terrycloth pajamas, is like a tiny, screechy, human Swiffer. I pick her up and there's dust and dog hair all over her knees. Gross, but I can then strip the pajamas off her and wash them. And my floor is a tiny bit cleaner.