I think I may just have myself a domesticated house baby. Like a real, state of the art housewife... but a baby. When I busted out the vacuum yesterday, he took the bull by the horns and decided to show me how it's really done.
At first, he was a little bit intimidated by the giant metal snake chasing him around the room... but he eventually built up the courage to confront this loud, obnoxious intruder.
He went from hiding under the dining room table to suddenly grabbing the vacuum out of my hands and whipping those floors into the most spic 'n span shape they've ever seen... and then decided he was more interested in playing with the mess of tangled wires.
I'm not really sure if he was trying to break the thing or imitate what I was doing with it... but whatever it was, it did the job! I may have to get him a toy vacuum to satisfy his cleaning addiction.
How's that for getting a kid started on chores early?