windows

“Do you know what a windowsill is?” I asked thinking that perhaps I should have been more specific when I handed him the wet washcloth and told him to wash the windowsill.

“Uh-huh.”

“What is it?”

“This,” he answered and scrubbed some more with the wet rag.

“That’s the window, cutie.”

He stopped and stared at me. “I just want to wash it.”

“You have to use cleaner or it will dry all smeary.” I left to get window cleaner and a dry cloth. When I returned he was busily wiping his bare hands over the wet surface.

He turned to me and said, “I don’t need it, Mom. I’m just drying it with my hands so it won’t be smeary.”

Who can argue with logic like that coming from a face as cute as his?

Sunday, on the way inside from church, this little cutie decided to tidy up the place. This is exactly why I didn’t throw out that broom when the handle broke. Yes, I’ve got a lot of help keeping this place ship-shape. Pretty cute help.

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2 Response Comments

  • Tamara Heiner  July 14, 2009 at 2:42 pm

    WOW. Your life sounds amazingly complicated and fun. You are one busy woman!

    My husband and I bought 20 acres forty minutes out of town a few years ago. We have yet to do anything w/ it, but we are really excited to do so some day!

    good luck on the writing!

  • Kate  July 15, 2009 at 7:26 am

    Thanks for stopping by. Wow 20 acres–that would be nice. Good luck with your upcoming book.