When I mop, George comes running. Don't know why she is drawn to it, but I can't keep her away. She has fallen from the slippery floor more times than I can count, but she won't stay away. For some reason, she likes to be right by the mop bucket. She won't leave it's side. It's like she is a mother hen, and the mop bucket is her little chic that she has to guard. When I'm done mopping one area, I move the bucket over a few feet. Then George shuffles over a few steps and resumes her squat next to the bucket. It happens the same every time. It's quite intriguing...like a silent film, with the same scene acted out again and again. Now I don't come between her and the mop bucket anymore. I just let them have their special time together.
On a different note, Keaton lost his tooth yesterday. Well, I pulled it out. It was really loose, but it still had one great grip deep down, and it took a bit of compromise to get it out, but we did it! He ceremoniously put the tooth in a baggie and placed it under his pillow. This morning, he came in to me and said "Mom. The tooth fairy didn't come. But that's ok. I know that she was real busy last night, and had lots of other kids to visit. I wasn't first on her list, but she'll come tonight."
Awe. What a terrible tooth fairy! I can't believe I forgot! To make up for it, he'll get a very generous exchange for his tooth tonight.