Our a/c broke, and Mom and I have been camping out in our bonus room, which has its own a/c. Too bad I don't fit under the pool table anymore like I did when I was little. It was my own personal fort.
Anyway, you can imagine it's been a riot, having these sleepovers every night.
Last night she wanted me to be her own personal clapper. She'd clap (and wouldn't just *clap* but would SAY "Clap, Clap" AS she was clapping), then say, "Can you shut the door?"
Then a few minutes later, clap and say, "Can you shut out my light?"