Three years, nine months is a really fun age. Case in point:
Yesterday, before we left for preschool,
Bean: Mummy, can you tidy my room up so it is nice and clean?
Tepary: Well, I can help you to tidy your own room.
Bean: I can line my shoes up and make my bed all nice.
Tepary: Yes, that sounds like a great idea. I’ll do some while you’re at school.
…later that day after a quick pick up of toys, clothes and, wait for this… the actual usage of the vacuum.
Bean returning from preschool runs to her room.
Bean: Oh wow! This looks great. Thanks…
Tepary: Oh no? What?
Bean: Mummy, you didn’t do it all.
Tepary: No. No, I didn’t.
Today, before preschool while standing in our bedroom and surveying the stuff everywhere,
Tepary: Yes Pumpkin
Bean: I think you should tidy your room today
That’s right Mum, laugh. I know 6,000 miles away that you are rolling around in hysterics. Wait, have you been coaching her?
Three years, nine months is a fun age.
Just for the record. I wrote this down while sitting at the mechanics. The state of my room is just the same as when we left this morning. I don’t think I’ll let Bean anywhere near it in case she decides to inspect. Eek!