perfectly

This morning we are getting the kids ready for their first (thomas) and second (eleanor) vacation away to camp, without their mom and dad. Eleanor went last year, and had a wonderful time. She is terribly excited, especially at the prospect of staying up until 12am again. Thomas is excited, but as he tells me he isn't sure what about because he hasn't been there before. Vanessa and I are excited for them, because we know that they will have a blast.
Thomas was getting a suitcase out from under the bed, and it is one that we haven't used for a while. He chose this one because he didn't want people laughing at his (the superhero suitcase he has had since he was 2). Funny, this was the same time last year that Eleanor decided that her Dora suitcase was not going to fly anymore.
So he takes the suitcase out, drags it to the living room, and from the bedroom we hear him exclaim, with much emotion in his voice:

"This suitcase is perfectly clean on one side, and perfectly dirty on the other!"

As I mentioned, this suitcase lived underneath the bed, and has lived there pretty much since we moved in almost a year ago. It turns out that when Lucy (the fat cat) sleeps under the bed, it is this suitcase that she sleeps on and perfectly covers with her hair.