It's All in the Eye of the Beholder
Harry trots into the kitchen where I am changing the head on the sponge mop. "Why are you puttin' a new top on that?" "I bet you can figure that out. Why would I be putting a new sponge on my mop?" "Because the old one is old?" "Yes, and it's dirty. It's not getting my floors clean any more." "Only making them dirty." "Exactly! Now watch, and I'll show you how we clamp it in." As I knew he would be, Harry is intrigued by the mechanism. He watches me slide the sponge into place and latch and release the catch. Then he tries it a few times himself, keeping up a running commentary on his actions the while. Darcy and George, who have been reading in the next room (n.b., everyone: these three year olds have been out of sight!), are attracted by the conversation. "What's goin' on, guys?" Darcy wants to know. "I'm just changing the mop head. Nothing exciting," I say, adult that I am. Harry stares at me for a moment in disbelief. "It's exciting for ME!" Harry declaims. He's right, of course. I stand corrected.