I’m starting to get the feeling that our house, namely my abilities as a housekeeper/cleaner, are not up to the standards of my little man.

You see, lately, he’s become obsessed with all things domestic.

Vacuuming.

Sweeping.

Laundry.

Today my new little walker (did I tell you he’s walking! all.over.the.place!) carried laundry, piece-by-piece, from the basket in the bedroom to the washing machine in the dining room.

He pointed.

He made his sound for want.

When I told him that it just wasn’t time to do laundry, he made this face.

And cried real tears.

I’ll give you one guess what we spent the afternoon doing.

What do you think, is it possible for this enthusiasm to stand the test of time? Do you suppose he’ll still be crying, as a teenager, when I tell him it just isn’t time to do laundry? One can hope and, believe me, I do.

This post was written as part of the Moms’ 30-minute blog challenge over at Steady Mom.