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.