Cleaning up

This morning, Wyatt was playing with his letters in his room (magnetic letters and a metal board from Ikea). I went in my room across the hall to take a quick shower.

I got done and went to see what he was doing and he was walking across the hall toward me.

I asked "Are you done playing with your letters?"

He beamed. "I throwed them!!!"

"WHAT?" (in a shocked voice, imagining magnetic letters all over the room). I started walking toward his room.

A look of sheer panic crossed his face. "NOOO!!!!!" he screamed.

Then he regrouped.

He took my arm calmly and smiled up at me. "Hey mommy, come over here..." pulling me away from his room. LOL

(I thought that was some good quick thinking!)

"No, I need to go look in your room."

Sure enough, there were letters everywhere.

"You need to pick these up." I say.

He looked at me with the most serious face and said...

"I'm yazy." (lazy)

LOL

"No you aren't lazy. You aren't a lazy boy. I am going to dry my hair. When I come back, I want all the letters picked up. If I have to pick any up, they go in the garbage."

I dried my hair and on the way out of my room again met Wyatt in the hall.

"Come see! Come see!" he said.

I walked in his room and all the letters were picked up and were back on the board. "Very good!" I said. He beamed again.

Crystal