It was sooo wrong, but it felt sooo good

Finally, Joseph has returned to school. After a week's vacation he wound up at home for another day off with his ear infection. Now that it is all under control he headed back to school yesterday. I got a much needed break from the bickering. It's a good thing Addie can't talk yet and get involved in the arguments or I might have to stick my head in the oven and slam it shut.

However, while the school break was on I did catch a glimpse of what Trent's career path my hold. It was interesting to say the least. Throughout my observation I concluded that I think he will become a supervisor of sorts later in life. Even perhaps a city worker. If the hard working people in your municipality can hold shovels up as well as in our lovely city here, you will know exactly what I am getting at.

It all started in the bedroom. The boys bedroom. We were cleaning the house and I suggested that they should go get dressed and after doing so they should try to make their beds. They quite successfully did both tasks. While they were doing that I was vacuuming Addie's room. I then wanted to clean the bathroom so I suggested to Joseph that he try vacuuming his own room. After a small briefing on how the vacuum works he sprung into action. All the while Trent was perched on the lower bunk bed feet tucked under him (didn't want the vacuum to get them) instructing Joseph on what to do. It sounded somewhat like this:

"Joseph...over here"
"Nope, here, get it here"
"Yah Joseph, over here"
"Go back, go back more" *waves finger around*
"JOSEPH you need to do over here"
"I see dirt over here Joseph...get it... GET IT!!!"
"turn around" *swirls finger in a circle"
"Do it again"
"NOOOOO, over there"

It then was Trent's turn to try his hand at vacuuming. Considering I think the vacuum is taller than he is and weighs approximately the same as he does it was a little more difficult. But they enjoyed themselves.

Later that day when I dropped Joseph off for a play date at his cousins Trent was crying that he wanted to play too. In feeling sorry for him I suggested that I'd let him vacuum some more when we got home. He perked right up and wanted to go home.

If only I can keep this fun for them it will be grand. Maybe next I can coerce them into thinking washing the kitchen floor is fun!! Sponges tied to feet maybe?