Maybe He Will Be A Janitor?
Ezra loves sweeping. This fact was proving again today when we arrived home from playcare, and he wanted to sweep the front porch. Well, not so much sweep, but move around the broom with one hand moving a few leaves here and there. This went on for about five minutes.
A couple days ago he when I was sweeping up the pine needles that had fallen from the X-mass tree Ezra was near fussy until I gave him the broom, so for the next minutes he swept the floor with one hand by maneuvering the broom over the floor. He actually did sweep few pine needles into a pile. And he had to be distracted by -v- to let go of the broom and let me quickly finish the job.
This sweeping love is nothing new. Neither is his want to swiffer the floor. And given his new obsession with rearranging the canned food in the pantry and his want to toss things in the trash, I am believing maybe he will become a janitor, a nearly recession and depression proof job. And if not a janitor maybe he will believe helping clean the house is cool until he become a teenager and pure pressure informs him otherwise.