So I'm scraping the snow/ice out of the parking space before the wife comes home. I bring along the baby to slip around on the wintery surface. As a treat, I give her the snow shovel. She does a little scrapping and gives up. She grabs my hand and tugs me to the front door. I figure we're done for the day. She's had enough of the cold. But no! She gets to the top of the steps and grabs the broom and the car brush. She begins wiggling back down the stairs. She wants to keep up the cleaning. We do a little more in the space before mom comes home.
Sounds like we'll have someone ready to rake leaves.in the fall.
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