My Little Helper

Yesterday morning Eli was having drag races with his little matchbox cars. He was driving two of them fast and furiously across the kitchen floor. He got up by the cabinets and stopped the races. He looked at the crumbs that were all over my normally perfectly clean and spotless floor (I wish) and quite frankly he looked disgusted. How is a kid supposed to have some serious car races on such a messy floor? He hopped up and went to the pantry and got out the swivel sweeper. He turned it on and cleaned up all the crumbs. I was quite pleasantly shocked. What a great helper.

Then he wanted to go outside and clean up out there with the swivel sweeper...I thanked him for his efforts and then put the sweeper away before he vacuumed the lawn.

Thanks, little Helper!