Some things are just genetic...

So, we had visitors arriving this weekend and staying with us.  I'll tell you more about their awesome stay later, but before they arrived we had to clean up this house!  We had to remove all the toys from the floor which is no small task.  Then, we had to get everything clean.  Part of that was vacuuming. 

So, whenever I get out my big vacuum we get out Evan's little red vacuum so he can clean too. 
The day after I had vacuumed, I was in the kitchen doing something, and I went in the living room to see what Evan was up to.  Not only was he working hard vacuuming the floor, he had moved all of his bigger toys up onto chairs so he could get the entire floor clean.  I don't think I am usually quite that thorough when I vacuum. 

However, when Gram vacuums, I'm sure she is that thorough.  This shows that there is definitely a cleaning gene, it is fairly strong, and my little mess-hating son has definitely inherited it. Not a bad trait to be passed down.  Thanks, Gram!

 (Evan and his vacuum)

 (Evan's careful placement of the airport runway on the dog bed)

(Ben is not too happy with Evan for placing all of his toys out of reach.)