I love you. But no. It doesn't match. Please go and change. Again.
I am fairly certain that spinning on the floor and slithering down the stairs do not count as cleaning. And if you cannot sing and clean at the same time, then please stop singing.
Thank you so much for deciding to use the potty on a regular basis. But please, for the love of all that is good, GET YOUR HANDS OUT. OF. YOUR. PANTS!
I actually do know who you are. I just find it ridiculously cute when you tell me, "I just Eric."