My Daughter the Trash Collector, uh, I Mean "Sanitation Worker"

I am wondering if Margot's newfound walking skills will make her less of a human vacuum. See, when she cruises the floors on her hands and knees, she is forever finding small scraps of paper of strands of hair that apparently disgust her. She brings them all to me, muttering 'trash, trash.' (Only it sounds more like 'ash, ash.') I take these items from her - some are so small that I can't even see them - and deposit them in the big shiny trashcan in the kitchen, much to her delight. Then off she goes again, bringing me bits of string and whatever else gathers next to the baseboard moulding.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. In fact, before Margot was born Brodie and I used to comment, "We should have some kids so that they can do the chores!" (This was usually said when washing dishes or taking out the garbage.) So what do you know! We have a child who does chores - we should be grateful! But there is something disarming about the fact that my daughter thinks I am a poor housekeeper.

At any rate, there is a future for women sanitation workers, believe it or not.