little kids do the darndest things

my son has a pair of red rain boots that his oma bought for him. they are probably his favorite pair of shoes to wear and also happen to be fashioned to look like strawberries.  we got them off our screened porch this morning to wear to oma's house, as it was somewhat rainy out, and put them down in the kitchen, as we usually put our shoes on and go out the kitchen door because it leads to the driveway.  the boots happened to be quite muddy from our last outing and so left a small pile of dried mud on the kitchen floor.  we were in a hurry and so, as is quite common in our house, we left the pile of dirt right there on the kitchen floor, to be dealt with later.  this evening we got home on the late side and i was ready for a bathroom pit stop after drinking too much water on the way home - i heard my son, gus, in the hall closet (which isn't unusual, as the novelty of being able to open and close doors has not yet worn off) and didn't pay too much attention to what he was doing until i got out of the bathroom and he told me that the dustpan was stuck.  he'd gotten the little broom and had that (and a cat hair removal brush) in his hands, but clearly also wanted the dustpan, so i helped him get it off its hook.  from there he went straight into the kitchen and started to clean up the little pile of dirt that we'd left there this morning, saying that he'd made a mess with his strawberry boots and wanted to clean it up.  my husband, ian, snapped this shot of him in the act...