Chloe seems to think she's bigger than she is. She also is a bit more neurotic than I am, telling me where things go and how to do things better. At home, she likes to help me- just like any good two year old would. She rinses while I wash. She thinks she's washing. She has her own dish rag, to rub the bubbles off. It's cute. Chloe: Where is that other cup, the one I was using? ....Oh, there it is. It's on the table. Go get it for me, I need to wash it.