Ella and Iggy manage to open up a huge 3 lb container of animal crackers in Iggy's room, and as I'm lying in his bed, checking email on my iphone, they're making a huge mess on the floor. Ella even goes to the trouble of spreading some cookies under one of the foam mats, and then stomping on them. I scold her for that, "Hey, what are you thinking? You know I don't like a mess. Why are you making a mess if you know I don't like that?"
Ella goes and gets her little dustpan and brush and begins sweeping up her mess. Good girl, except she isn't quick enough for Iggy, because he just keps eating the animal crackers right off of her dustpan. "Daddy! Iggy keeps eating the cookies after I sweep them!"
"Well, that's why you gotta be quick. Hurry up, dump them in the toilet!"
She goes off to the bathroom to dump them in the toilet. Iggy follows. I continue to answer emails. Next thing I know, Iggy is dragging the swivel sweeper into his room, but since this little 17 month old can't figure out how to turn it on, he just pretends to do his part to clean up. Somehow, there are now crumbs in the bed. Now, I gotta go get that Dyson and use the fabric tool to get all of the crumbs.
