Imagine my surprise this morning when I came downstairs after my shower to find Anna Grace sweeping the kitchen.
I could say, "Oh, how sweet. She's trying to help." But this is Anna Grace I'm talking about.
That should have been my first clue.
I was a little befuddled by the amount of dirt she was sweeping into the dustpan. After all, I had just swept yesterday. As far as I know, we had not tracked in inches of dust and dirt in just 24 hours.
Nonetheless, I let it go, got the girls, and headed out the door to meet my adoption friend Denise for lunch. My mind was totally focused on meeting a long time friend in person, in real life, after almost ten years of online communication.
Dust and dirt? Not so much.
When we arrived back home, I walked in the house and almost slipped.
Why was my floor so slick?
Katie, home for the afternoon, then asked the all important question.....
What is up with the dust on the counters?
I stopped, looked, stopped and looked again, and said....
Huh. I have no idea.
Every counter top in my kitchen was covered with a thick layer of dust.
I checked the ceiling to make sure nothing had exploded.
Nope.
Checked for any other possible clue.
Nada. Nothing.
And then I looked at two short children.
When eye contact was made, Abby piped up and said, "It was Anna."
Really? Why am I not shocked?
Turns out Anna Grace decided to dust with the feather duster and then proceed to shake the duster.....all....over.....the.....kitchen.
Deep sigh.
Why am I not surprised?
