Brian and I would never be mistaken for being too clean. We do what we have to to eat off clean dishes and wear clean clothes. The rest of the cleaning happens... when we get to it. Jaxon on the other hand LOVES cleaning (he gets this from my mother). If you'll let him play with the broom and dust pan he is happy as he can be.
Nap time at our house is sacred. More for mom and dad than the kids. We do not miss nap time! Today the kids weren't going down. Jaxon kept bopping out 5 minutes after we put him down each time. Eventually we assumed he went to sleep. A little bit later, Eli comes in dressed only in underwear and was trying to explain to us why he needed new underwear. The only part we really understood was "cleaning the bathroom".
Brian got up first. From across the house I could tell that Jaxon had locked him out of the bathroom. At some point Eli got in trouble and was crying. Brian was yelling and pounding on the door. Once I got them away from the door, Jaxon hesitantly let me in.
Oh boy, the suds and water we EVERYWHERE. Walls, mirror, toilet, floor... you name it and it was soapy. Jaxon had grabbed his spongebob sponge and was scrubbing the floor. We removed the kiddos from the room and cleaned everything. Brian was angry, but I was laughing hysterically. I found it so funny that when left to his own devices the barely-3-year-old would decide to clean the bathroom. The older, and wiser, brother decides to help him until he realizes that the cleaning is a little out of hand. Eli clearly didn't want to implicate his brother in this clean caper, but I KNOW how this got started. So if you come to our house and notice that for once the boys bathroom smells like roses, you can thank Jaxon.
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