We tend to be creatures of habit on Sunday. Wake up, read the paper, make breakfast, take the cute one to T-ball.
That was our day today. The only difference being that the cute one had the task of cleaning his room. I can only describe his room as follows: His room is the outside part of an Etch-A-Sketch; his toys, the gray 'stuff' on the inside; and his hands are the knobs on the front. Currently, his room looks like an Etch-A-Sketch after it has been shaken upside down. Very messy.
He's on his hour 3 of cleaning right now. I was asked to check out his progress. He came trotting into the living room calling my name asking me to look. I couldn't help but smile, this is what I saw: