In Which They Ask To Mop

The Bugs saw me mopping and came barreling at me, all flailing arms and loud mouths, begging to help.

True story.

I am only human so... I handed over the mops like... "No. Please. Don't."

And then I hopped my booty up onto the counters with a cup of hot chocolate, and watched them scrub the floor.

They were freaking ecstatic to help... they laughed while they worked played... and even asked to do it again after naps.

Getting the floors mopped twice in one day, by someone other than me?? Yes please.

Now if I could just get them to wipe their own butts.

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