Little Miss Clean

We spent way too much money this morning at Walmart on cleaning supplies and toiletries. Always a depressing kind of shopping trip - lots of money spent and the end result of the trip is more chores at home.
On top of bathroom cleaner and shampoo, I purchased a Pledge duster. The goal for today was to clean the living room (it's a lot better now than it was, but it still needs work). I figured once we'd gotten rid of the mess, I'd do the floors and I'd introduce Alexandra to the chore that was my constant while I was growing up: dusting. We don't have nearly as many shelves and knick knacks to dust as my parents had (most of our shelves are wire crates), but I figured it would be good for her to have a new constant chore.

She has been chomping at the bit to open the duster. Alexandra didn't really want to help get rid of the clutter, but oh did she want to start dusting. Finally I acquiesced to her demands and allowed her to open the package and dust.
She dusted for two hours before I finally took the thing away from her and locked it in a closet. There is only so much I can take of pointless dusting (that is, dusting the same shelf 10 times).

Alexandra likes to dust. Our furniture is a little less dusty now. I'm in awe of the amount of entertainment that she received from cleaning furniture. Oh, and I've now swayed her attention to sweeping the room.

She's asked a few times when she gets to clean the toilet. That also freaks me out, but I'm putting it off a bit longer.

As I reluctantly get ready to clean out the guinea pig cage, I'm in awe of the child. Were chores so much fun when I was a kid?