Leaping for joy

We have the privilege of having a Fresh Air Child for the summer.  Well, kinda; he's our nephew.  We abducted him from the Suburbs and are teaching him how to split wood and other useful things. 

So, when we realized that Nephew hadn't yet trod on the beautiful new upstairs floor, we frog-marched him over and ordered him to appreciate it.  {Not really.}

Baby M was so enthralled, she flitted around like a little butterfly.  See?