Virgil and I woke up this a.m. to the sound of the boys running the vacuum cleaner. We all know, that’s never a good sign (remember the blueberries?). But much to our surprise when we got downstairs, they were cleaning…for no reason.
Let me repeat that: cleaning. For no reason.
Just doing something nice.
Without being asked.
The entire downstairs was spic and span. All toys put neatly away. Crumbs freshly vacuumed. And the two boys were seated at their play table playing with Legos. Playing together. Not fighting. (Okay, there was one small scuffle…T didn’t want L to run the vacuum just yet because he didn’t want to wake us up. Awwwwwwwwwww!)
Pinch me. I’m dreaming…