A few days ago Sam came running up the stairs yelling, "I cleaned the house! I cleaned the house!" I smiled, thinking he had put his toys in his toy box without being told. I walked down the stairs and my jaw dropped. The. House. Was. Clean. As in spotless. Everything was neat and tidy.
"Sam, did you do this by yourself?" I sputtered, thinking perhaps a grandparent had made a surprise visit.
He just nodded proudly.
About 30 minutes later I discovered his cleaning method...
Later that day I left a fresh loaf of bread on the stove while I took Claire up for a nap. I came down and found Sam "cooking" with skewers. Apparently he thought we should eat porcupine for dinner.