Mason, He Must Be Listening

This morning I was in the kitchen (where I am most mornings) and Mason in a very stern voice said, "Mom, you need to clean up this mess! I don't like it when you make this mess!" He was pointing to the floor where there was a few spots of God only knows what. Then I asked him what I should do. He said, "You should clean up your mess." So, I got a wet wipe and cleaned up the spots. Then he said, "Mommy, come and sit here" (on his little purple chair). I sat down and his voice turned very compassionate and small. He put his hands on my cheeks and he said, "Sometimes you have to listen to Mason, honey. Sometimes you have to clean up your mess. Ok, you can get up now."