Little Mister Bossy
The cleaning crew, a mother and son, was still at the house finishing up on the upstairs area. Side note: don't judge - I realize I don't work and have cleaning people. Mr. Yoy either hasn't noticed or does not want to have that argument with me.
The mother, a sweet, older lady who speaks hardly any English, was working on Little Es nursery. Big E immediately went in there and started peppering her with questions.
What are you doing?
What's going on?
Over and over and over again.
She smiled at Big E and asked him how he was.
He repeated his questioning assault on her. I'm sure she wanted to run the vacuum right over him. I know I did. But she was kind to him and I certainly appreciate that.
She said good bye to him and headed downstairs to clean.
Big E couldn't let it go. He kept calling her "the cleaning people" which I guess is what I call them. I'm grateful that I don't call them the maids or something else that could be construed as derogatory.
You going down the stairs? You going down the stairs?
And then he said it. I am so hoping she didn't understand him.
You clean my playroom?! Clean my playroom?!
No please. No thank you. Just a two year old telling a nice, old lady what to do.
I was mortified.
Manners camp ramps up in the morning.