Now I'm not saying that I grew up like Cameron Frye, where my house was cold and I couldn't touch anything, but my parents (Mom in particular), appreciate a clean house. It's only because she reads this blog -- thanks, Mom -- that I won't come right out and refer to her as a neat freak. That's much too harsh a term. A neat enthusiast is more appropriate.
But I admire her for that. Honestly, I do. And apparently, AJ is taking note of her ways and offering her quite a bit of encouragement.
The following conversation took place on Tuesday of this week between AJ and Mom-Mom:
Mom-Mom: Don't come in yet AJ 'cause Mom-Mom has to turn off the alarm, okay?
AJ: Okay . . . WOW, oh my gosh!! Do you see this house?? It is soooooo neat. How do you do that? I can't believe it!
Mom-Mom: Well, AJ, when Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop are done with their "things", we always put them away.
AJ: Yeah, but Mom-Mom, I put my things away and it NEVER looks like this! It's amazing!!
Ahhh. What can I say? My house? Not so much. And by the way, AJ doesn't always put his "things" away. The things a 4 year old will try to score some Mom-Mom points. Geez.