Last night, while watching TV, Baby Dude touched our flat screen (for the eleventy-billionth time). This morning he spotted his finger-mark, and decided to “cwean it.”
“Mommy!? I cweaning!” He shouts with pride, taking to the spot on our TV with fevered determination.
Just as I begin to marvel at how well I’m instilling wonderful cleaning habits into my offspring, I notice something, and move in for a close-up.
Upon further inspection, I realize his cleaning implement of choice.
It’s the thought that counts, right?
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