All of this resulted in a most interesting scenario yesterday, in which Larry had to separate Logan from his mop in order to change him into jammies. As Larry carried Logan into his room, Logan reached desperately over Larry's shoulder, screaming "Nooooo! More cleaning!!!" If only we could fast forward 12 years, I'd be glad to get him his very own mop and let him go to town for real.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Mr. Clean
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I can honestly say I have NEVER gone through that phase. "God bless the little children," as the song goes.
We have friends who's kid loves to clean. They totally take advantage of the situation -- and it makes the kid happy.
They have miniature versions of pretty much every cleaning apparatus available.
I'll pay him $10, a candy bar and a cat if he'll clean my kitchen floors.
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