You are getting very sweepy.

Last night, as Mae and I were working on her family tree assignment and chatting away, I cautiously asked her the loaded question, "So, have you thought about what you want for Christmas?"  I braced myself for a long list of toys that I've never heard of but instead, Mae shot up onto her knees from her previous tummy position and radiance beamed throughout her entire being as she excitedly said, "I want a broom, Steve!"  For reasons unbeknownst to me, she sometimes calls me Steve, but that didn't bug me nearly as much as the fact that she wanted a broom for Christmas.  I said, "Really?  A broom?  Because you know we already have one of those, right?"  She corrected me, "No, YOU have one.  I don't.  Sometimes when you're sweeping, I wanna sweep, too.  We could work together, you know."  Oh...kay?  I told her that if she was a really good girl and went and took a bath now, that maybe Santa-Mom could swing a broom for her.  She did as she was told.  About five minutes later, I heard the running water come to a halt and Mae yelled, "MOM?!"  I yelled back, "YEAH?" and she replied, "I WANT A DUST PAN, TOO!"  Oh, my.