He Didn’t Get It From Me

There are many things of mine that were transferred to my son Lucas through the DNA.

1.  The ability to laugh at our own jokes…despite the strong realization that we are the only ones who think we are funny.

2.  The ability to look good in black and wear it year round.

3.  A deep and sincere appreciation for food dipped in ketchup.

4.  A hatred for wearing jackets.

5.  Dancing when the food gets delivered in restaurants.

HOWEVER where the DNA splits off is at housework.  I hate housework and LUCAS LOVES TO CLEAN.  He loves to sweep, mop, dust bust, and he will even dump over his own water just so he can grab a towel and clean it up. 

What Lucas REALLY loves to do though is vacuum.   Vacuum in the morning.  Vacuum in the  afternoon.  Vacuum in the evening.  Vacuum at Nana’s.  Vacuum at Mommy and Me.  Vacuum – vacuum – vacuum.  First thing when Lucas gets up in the morning, while I am still bleary eyed and puffy from sleep and contemplating the choices I have made in life, Lucas has RUN to the closet and is demanding that I get the vacuum out.

Sometimes I just throw stuff on the floor so he can go vacuum it up. 

People think I am doing an awesome job with Lucas “training” him to help with chores, but it just comes naturally.  When people comment on Lucas’ cleaning I can honestly tell them…

“He gets it from his Father.”

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