Tank has been busy cleaning the glass on the french doors today. With paper towels and Windex in hand, he then worked his way through the kitchen as well. I see him duck into the bathroom and then out again with a big wad of paper towels.
What are you doing, Tank?
I'm cweaning the sink.
You are? Why?
Because I sawed on the bawtle that it will cwean the sink and make it spawkle! I heared it say that on the bawtle. Don't worry. It will just take me a minute.
He disappears again for a minute.
Is the sink clean in there, Tank?
Well, it's not spawkling yet. It IS shiny, but it's not spawkling. Maybe we should give it a few more minutes...
Yes, maybe we should. :-) In the meantime, I will hug and kiss and tickle him and just enjoy him while it's just me and him. Maybe dawdling isn't so bad after all!