What a helper

OK so the subject of what a unique and rare child my sweet Olivia is is getting kind of old but...She is! This weekend was Memorial Day and since we didn't have any plans we cleaned the house. Usually when I say we I mean me but this time she helped. How amazing, how can that be you say to me the squinty eyes looking for wholes in my parental brag? I promise I am telling you the truth.
I was on my hands and knees with a swifter carrying out genocide on the dust bunnies and fishing for stray pacifiers and cat toys; when along came Olivia with the long handled fish net (icky thing used to scoop dead fish out of the tank) and she got down on her hands and knees along side of me and started clean the floor with it. So taking my wise mothers advice I jumped up, grabbed, extra swifter cloth and clipped it over the net and off to work she went. She got around the base of the couch and chairs and under the shelves by the door she was a cleaning machine. I'm not sure where those genes come from perhaps they are from me some long repressed urge to keep a spotless house. In any case I won't be outdone by my 16 month old.