I think that if you asked Rebecca what she wanted to be when she grows up, she would say a maid. She has turned into a cleaner. I have already told you about her love of the vacuum cleaner. Now she loves to sweep. I get the big broom, and she gets a small feather duster and uses it as a broom. She is always picking things up off the floor and bringing them to me. She loves to get a damp paper towel and scrub the counters, the table, the cabinets, the floor. You name it, it needs a good scrub.
If only I could get her to do the bathrooms.
We put our Christmas tree up on Sunday. I was sure that Rebecca was going to try and climb it, being that she is part monkey. She hasn't done that yet, but she loves taking off the ornaments and bringing them to me. Then she wants them back so she can put them back on.
I tried to put all the fragile ornaments at the top of the tree, but a few were in her reach, and are now in the trash can in a million pieces.
Oh well.
Laid out after a hard day at Mother's Morning Out and playgroup.
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