Yesterday I told Elijah to clean up his room. (yes he's only two and a half...but if you know how to make the mess you know how to clean it up in my book.)
I went to my room and started making my bed and before I was done Elijah was at my feet. Strange I thought, you must have performed a miracle to clean up so fast.
So, I asked, "Elijah is your room all clean?"
and he looked at me like I was some kind of idiot and said, "mom, the other little boy in there doing it." (we have no other little boys living in our house...just in case you were wondering.)
Wow, we're at that stage now. He sure keeps me on my toes.
(yes...he's decked out in all of Caleb's lacross gear. He wants to be just like dada.)