Growing up

My little guy is growing up.  Two rather funny things happened today.  Pookie has been letting me know when he needs his diaper changed.  (No, he is not ready for potty training quite yet.  He is recognizing that he has gone to the bathroom, not that he needs to go.)  A couple of weeks ago he learned the word "bum."  He likes to point to his and other peoples backsides, and label the body part.  Well, he has learned a new word.  "Poop."  As I was changing his diaper, he was singing the word "poop" over and over and giggling.  He is all boy. 

As the day progressed, Pookie "helped" me to clean the house.  He likes to wear his ear protectors when I vacuum.  He loves the vacuum and he likes to pretend that he is vacuuming.  When I got around to cleaning the bathroom, I didn't have time to do a full scrub.  I just wanted to give it a quick once over.  As I was wiping down the toilet, Pookie took a look what I was doing, and proceeded over to the sink cabinet.  He rummaged around for a minute and brought over the toilet bowl cleaner and handed it to me.  I proceeded to squirt it in the toilet and Pookie went over and grabbed the toilet brush.  He then stuck it in the toilet and started swishing it around.  I'm utterly astounded.  First he knew which cleaner was needed and where it was kept.  Followed by how it worked and what was needed to finish the job.  I'm thrilled that he wants to get involved, but slightly skeeved that he wants to help clean the toilet.  Germs, yuck. 

I really shouldn't be too surprised by the toilet cleaning incident.  Pookie got his hands on a wrench and has been going around to furniture "fixing" it.  He pretends to tighten the bolts.  Well, I hope he is tightening them and not trying to take it apart.  Seeing as my father-in-law took apart his mothers washing machine when he was four.  Just so he could see how it worked.  Maybe I should lock up the tools now, just to be safe.