Last week before my parents came I did my quarterly cleaning of the kitchen floor. The quarterly cleaning is serious business: we're talking hands and knees scrubbing. Maggie was taking a nap, so I set Amos up to watch "Cars" and I got to work. Amos loves "Cars" so I figured I'd have plenty of uninterrupted time. Not so. After about 15 minutes Amos came wandering into the kitchen and said, "Mama, what are you doing there?" Then he answered his own question, "Oh, soap" and ran off.
A few seconds later Amos came back with his bath soap and proceeded to squirt it out onto the kitchen floor. Then he came over to the bucket and got a sponge and started to scrub.
Did it take me much longer to clean the floor than usual? Yes. Did I miss more spots than usual? Yes. Did I have way more fun that usual? Yes. It was so worth it to have his "help."
My favorite moment had to be when Amos leaned over too far into the bucket and got his head covered in suds. Poor little guy.
The floor is already a mess again, but thinking about cleaning it with Amos makes me smile.