DH's Evening: Fiora Stars!

Darling Husband came home tonight with Fiora. He wanted her to take her shoes off before coming upstairs (hurrah! Great idea! But a new concept for her at our house), but she really wanted to wear them (granted, she was hungry and grouchy, or perhaps that makes what follows even more amazing). He said, "If you wear them, we'll have to clean up the living room." And she, who is used to being asked to contribute in little ways, and who is used to being asked questions that we mean, said "okay." Praise be to my husband, he realized he had to stand by his offer, so they came upstairs, where Fiora started clammoring for food. He told her, "We have to clean the living room first." And with no complaining, she took her little broom off the wall; sweep up a little pile; got her dustpan and brush and picked up the pile; threw it away in the garbage; put away her dustpan; and hung up her broom. Then she proceeded to eat some well-earned cherries.

I am floored. Absolutely floored. And beaming with pride inside. (She was long in bed by the time I got home.) I've been dying to show Fiora how to properly sweep, but all I've ever done is modeled this behavior (I don't know if she was trained at all at daycare) and gotten her tools so I can invite her to join me. She is amazing, and my husband was amazing to do all the right things that allowed her to make her own discovery about cleaning and choices.