In case there was any doubt of my super-mom super-powers:
Charlie [somberly observing the post lunch disaster]: This table is a mess. We need to clean it up!
Avery [dramatically looking back and forth, as if she can't see me right across the table]: Where’s mom? Where is mom? She’ll get it done. Lickety split!
Thankfully, dad heroically stepped in to point out that everyone could help. But I’ll choose to take it as a compliment anyway.