I loved these books when I was 8, 9 maybe? Devoured every one our little library had. Jim, Trixie, Honey, Mart, Di - my friend Mercedes and I wanted to be a part of their team. I learned a phrase in those books, a phrase I'd certainly never heard, and a term that perfectly described my attitude toward cleaning then, and apparently lately too. "A lick and a promise."
Yesterday, as I was cleaning the kitchen and the cruel, cruel sunshine streamed through my window, that phrase immediately came to mind. Wonder why?