Imagination

Yesterday morning Clay decided to dust. He got out his bath slippers, put them on his hands, and was wiping down doors and furniture. What a great helper!

It was a little after that I could hear him saying, "I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy." He came around the corner with one of Timothy's neck ties that had been left out. He had it draped around his neck and kept repeating, "I'm Daddy."

"Oh, hi Daddy. Are you going to work now?"
"Bye!" and he waved and left the kitchen.