Who's Child is This?

If any of you have known me for any amount of time you are all well aware that cleaning is about my LEAST favorite thing to do.

I'm a stay at home mom and I know that cleaning is part of my job title but I am a master of procastinating and excuse making and will wiggle my way out of it as often as possible.

That being said, their are some things in a house inhabited by children that HAVE to get done every so often.

Scrubbing pb&j/macaroni/ranch/boogers/dirt/watermelon/yogurt/etc; off the walls is one of those things.

Today was one of those days.

So I loaded up one of my larger bowls with soap and water and started on the stair walls.

These walls see a lot of traffic and gunk covered fingers on a daily basis and were definitely needing a good scrub down.

About 5 minutes into my scrubbing and sulking I had a little girl who looked like this on my hands...



She had been attempting to "help" me scrub the walls by taking the sponge from me.

I'd had to tell her no multiple times cause I didn't want her getting her hands in the dirty water.

I finally relented and gave her the sponge...

Notice, if you will, the ginormous crocodile tear sliding down her cheek.

Now watch her stop wailing and prep the sponge...

Now watch her CLEAN my walls...

HAPPILY?!

Ok, who's kid is this?

Seriously.