Daddy went out to get the mail and I thought I would go outside to sweep. 
Tonight, daddy broke a glass in the kitchen. I saw mommy and daddy sweeping and I thought it was cool. The past few evenings I run for the laundry room where I know where it is stored. I grab it and coming walking down the hall with it. Mommy thinks that I must get the cleaning gene from her. 
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