Here's a sample of dialogue from my house last night.
Doug: A, are you cleaning your room?
A: No, Daddy. My nose is bothering me. It makes me want to play.
Later, I (who turns three today) was playing in the living room while his sister "cleaned" their room.
Renee: Why isn't I helping A clean?
Doug: He never cleans. I don't pick battles that have no end.