Perhaps I misjudged the boy?

Have I made it clear that Luke is a handful these days?  A screaming, climbing, throwing, spilling, emptying, smearing, coloring mess-maker.  That's what he is.

But the other day I was mopping the kitchen floor - something I'm doing more often these days than I ever even wanted to - when Luke really wanted a turn mopping.  Knowing that he would only hurt himself or something/someone else with the regular mop, I grabbed our old Swiffer that doesn't get used very often and shortened the handle so it was closer to his size.  He thought it was great, and cleaned not only the tile, but some carpeted areas as well.

I like to tell myself that he was doing penance for the other 150 or so days of his life since he turned a year old and became our Generation IV Destructobot.