My toe has been on that line

Many days (and nights) I sit here at my desk working away engrossed in my editing, plotting, planning etc.  And like most days my little Clara bug sits in here with me, apparently no one gave her the memo they cut that cord.  She isn't too bad of an office assistant.  When the phone rings, she will tell me it's ringing.  When I go to throw something away, I find she's moved the trash can.  When I go to staple paperwork, the stapler is missing in action.  All the sudden I think this is it my hearing is going, turn to see a little finger on the volume button.  All these little things make our day complete.  As the other day I had been more focused than I imagined I went to roll back in my chair realizing this chair won't roll, ANYWHERE, every last inch of my floor is covered in her papers/dolls/crayons etc!  Without thinking much of it I said something like "Clara Lyse! I am so tired of all your sh*t in my room."  Without batting an eye I heard "Yah mommy well some of this is your sh*t too!"  Stunned I turn back around in the chair that spins, yet doesn't roll and back to work I go all the while thinking you're a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.  Oh yes and maybe I shouldn't say sh*t so much.Sami