This afternoon I was in the living room folding laundry and Gracen was happily playing in her bedroom. All was quiet until she marched into the room without so much as a glance in my direction and headed straight towards her high chair. She bent down and I realized that she had a washcloth in her hand. She very purposefully went about wiping the floor with animated strokes. When she was done, she marched out of the room like it was all in a hard day’s work. Not a minute later, she was back at it, but this time with a different coloured cloth. Four cloths later, I asked her where she was getting these cloths from. She led me down the hallway to this. Mama had left the bathroom door open. Rookie mistake…
