I had a dream last night that a large machine glided across the room Zamboni-like, and at the end of its sweep changed the name of the room to something that made it more tidy. I woke up and came to the conclusion that it was just a dream, but then found a much smaller machine, which I could sweep the room with and a new name fell into a tray, declaring it was my daughter's room (the meaning being that the room is clean).
Unfortunately I woke up again...
But maybe it was a portent -- the Denizen of the Room understood that she had to recover the floor that she had covered without the 're' the other day. We still have a lot of work to do, but there is a glimmer of hope.
No iPod yet, though.