My new cleaning ladies

K and D were here the other day, and besides being in cleaning mode for Pesach, their favorite toy at our house is the vacuum (go figure--why did I buy all those toys?), so while we were eating dinner, the kids took two bites of their food and then left the table and went into the family room and started vacuuming.
About 15 minutes later, their father went in there, and a moment later he came back into the dining room and said, "Please tell me that one of you tipped the couch over on its back." We all looked at each other blankly. Then we got up to look, and sure enough, K and D had tipped the couch over so they could vacuum under it. Fortunately, they were both standing on the same side of it at the time, so no one was crushed!
Later, D came into the dining room and crawled up on my lap and took my face in his hands in that endearing way little kids do when they want to make sure you are really listening to them, and said seriously, "Bubbie, do you have cleaning ladies?" When I said that I didn't, he said, "You don't have to get any cleaning ladies, because K and I can be your cleaning ladies." (Hey-can I have that in writing? And bring it out in a few years, say, when they're teenagers?)
Today when I got home from work my daughter was here again with the kids, and Papa said they had called him on the phone and asked him if he would pay them to come over and clean. They came over and vacuumed the couch some more, and he gave them each a dollar. They plan to use their earnings to buy Slurpees.
At this rate, their parents will have to start talking to them about opening IRA’s!