Mary Poppins

Tom is giving a whole new meaning to cleaning with a good attitude, lately. In an effort to dig out of my slovenly ways, I have been doing some spring-ish cleaning around the house. Tom, being Tom, wanted desperately to help, so I handed him a paper towel and sprayed the oven door with Windex. As I dashed off to wash the windows in the front room, this is what I heard:

Tom: Ok, oven, I’m scrubbing you! Don’t worry about it.

Tom (in a higher-pitched voice): Thank you for scrubbing me!

Tom: You’re welcome, oven. I’m scrubbing my friend oven, getting that mark off … and THAT mark off… and that mark off.

For the rest of the day, whenever he was cleaning, he would have similar conversations with whatever inanimate object he was working on.

I love that kid.