This morning Jane and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast.

Jane was contemplating the finer points of spoon use as it relates to oatmeal.

I was contemplating falling asleep sitting up as I swilled large amount of hot tea and occasionally ducking for cover when the new spoon user got enthusiastic.

It was shaping up to be a quiet, lazy sort of a morning.

Then Clara came downstairs.

She sat at the table, ate a bite of oatmeal and declared that she was going to wash the floor.  I was also informed she was going to need help getting her swimsuit on “cause it might get kinda wet.”

An hour later she was suited up and hard at work.

Jane and I, fully awake a de-oatmealed by this time,  left Clara scrubbing and headed out to take care of the chores. By the time we were done outside I had a much cleaner floor!

I wonder, if I feed her eggs tomorrow will it inspire window washing?