Little Cleaning Lady

Typing along, typing along, typing along… your toddler comes into the room where you are typing, small dry towel in hand, and starts to rub down the furniture. Ah, how nice, she’s cleaning. Rub, rub, rub. Exit toddler. Return a few seconds later. Rub, rub, rub. So cute. Exit again. Longer period. Type, type, type. She returns. Rub, rub, rub. This time out of the corner of your eye, you see a trail of water on the chair.

Hey, where’d she get the water? I don’t hear any water running, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t find a small chair, move it into place, turn on a faucet real high, and splash water everywhere. Or go to the bathroom and… yes, she’s very resourceful.

Turns out she was dipping her rag in one of the pot plants in the foyer—one that grows in a few inches of water. I discouraged this, for the health of the plant. Besides, she might get a notion to clean the computer one of these days.