If I took a photo of the kitchen you'd see absolutely no evidence of yesterday's (Canadian) Thanksgiving mayhem. My viola would not be lying on the side counter, nor would a book on hemp bracelets be on the kneading counter. None of my houseplants show the slightest sign of drought stress, and all the recycling has been tidily removed from the counters and taken to the bins in the carport. The floor is evidently beautifully swept, and shiny clean because I have most certainly washed it since August. (I have so!!!)
If I could I'd take a photo of my kids, and you'd see that they are all clean and well-kempt. Fiona's three shades of pink and brownish-pink all match, they really do. Everyone's hair is shiny and neatly combed, especially Sophie's long straight blond mane. It is most certainly not looking anything like a string mop. Erin's pants are not way too short, you'd see that in the photo too. And Noah has had a haircut and looks ever so smart, and he is not wearing the clothes he put on two days ago
Really, truly. I'd show you the photographic evidence if I could.
I have to say that not having a camera has its advantages.