Thursday, March 26, 2009

It's Genetic

I'm absolutely convinced, now. This morning M, spilled some milk on the breakfast bench. I was running around doing my morning chores, so I tossed him a rag and said, "Clean, up." As I'm running back and forth, I see him cleaning it up, but then as I've got one foot in the laundry room, I see him turning the cushion over! Where in the world did he learn that from???

1 comment:

renzo said...

hmmmm? had to be and daddy, uncle, or Po Po! those are my three guesses!