“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.
“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.