'Mommy, I'm your little dust buddy, aren't I?'
I paused to think about it. Deciphering what she might mean.
'Dust bunny?' I ask.
She nodded her head, up and down.
'Oh, yes. I help you clean and wash the dishes. That makes me your little dust bunny'.
A quiet afternoon during a snowstorm, looking for something, anything, to do. I suddenly remembered an extra set of dolly dishes I had stored away for 'some day'. Out they came, and they needed a washin'. Guess who spent the next two hours wrist deep in bubbles?
She can be my little dust bunny anytime.