My four year old, Hawke, called me into the hall bathroom just now and said,
“Hey mom. I just cleaned the bathroom for you,” and he gestured towards the now soaking wet hand towel on the toilet lid.
“You did?! Oh, thanks buddy! I see you used the towel here. Okay. What all did you clean?” I was a little nervous but wasn’t about to show it.
“Everything. The toilet, these walls, this floor, the sink, and a little bit of the tub.” He stood proudly, his arms crossed.
“What did you clean everything with, buddy?”
“Oh, that was easy. I used the water in the toilet!”
“Well, GOLLY! Thanks Hawke! You need to wash your hands now, okay?” I began gathering things up so that I could break out the bleach spray.
“You’re welcome, Mom. And I already did wash my hands – I got them dry like this,” and then showed me how he dried his hands off in his hair.
I give up. He’ll survive.