The other day I was loading some pictures on my computer when I heard what sounded like the bath water running. I thought Luke and Halle had been playing in Luke's room and momentarily panicked at the thought of the kids with water unsupervised. So I jumped up and ran back to the bathroom.
Bathroom door was shut - bad sign. I opened the door, stepped into the bathroom and immediately felt water seeping through my slippers. I looked down to see that the rug was soaking wet with water puddled up all over the bathroom.
Luke had a large cup in his hands full of water (one of those big hospital cups - probably the one I got when he was born) and was in the process of pouring water from it into the toilet with about half of it splattering off the edge of the toilet and onto the ground. Halle was standing right next to him completely enthralled in what he was doing.
I asked, "Luke, WHAT are you doing??"
He was very focused and barely acknowledged me before turning back to the tub and beginning to fill up his cup again. Over his shoulder he said, "I'm working hard, Mama!"
I could tell he wasn't being bad or mischievous, he really thought he was "working". Groaning to myself about the mess I would soon be cleaning up, but also not wanting to crush his idea that he was doing something important, I gritted my teeth and responded with, "I can see that."
I quickly intercepted the cup before he tried pouring water into the toilet again and told him he had put enough water in the toilet. He gave me a quick nod and said, "Okay, Mama, I'm done with my work!" Before I had a chance to say anything else he cruised off into the hall, with Halle (wet socks and all) toddling after him.
After I had a minute to cool down I did have a talk with him about how pouring bath water into the toilet is a no no. But I couldn't stay mad for long - the idea of him thinking he was "doing work" was too cute.
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