Breakfast

This morning I got Ivy some cereal and I ran upstairs to blow dry my hair. I told her before I left to not make a mess. (Sometimes out of boredom she likes to smear her milk all over the table. I haven't figured that out yet because she gets in trouble every time.) I came downstairs and looked at the table and there was nothing there. I was thinking, "Great! What couch am I going to find all of this under"....so I asked her where she put her bowl and spoon. She said "In there" and pointed to the dishwasher. I thought No! This can't be true. I said, "Let's go look." Sure enough the spoon was where it should be and so was the bowl. THERE IS A GOD! I said'"Good job Cinderella." (That is what I call her when she does work around the house. ) Now...if I can just teach her to floormate the floor!