Me: "Margot, do you want to help Mommy?"
Margot: "YES! I SWEEP, MOMMY! SWEEEEEP!"
(Margot runs to garage, gets broom)
(I look at her with pride, my sweet little helper)
Me: "Margot, there is a crayon and a piece of bread on the floor by the stove."
Margot: "Ok Mommy."
(Margot takes broom, pushes crap under stove)
Margot: "All done, Mommy!"
Hmmmm.... I wonder where she learned that. (Looks at her sheepishly, shrugs shoulders)
Hey, nobody is perfect, right?