Rather, Nephew is vacuuming. We've got a very small vacuum cleaner, and he knows how to operate it now. Safely, I might add. I'm supervising and doing dishes and moving furniture so that he may vacuum. He likes vacuuming, and he wanted to give it a try, so I'm not about to stop him. My mother thought it was too much of a bother to teach me how to do it properly when I wanted to learn; it was easier to just do it herself then, not let me do any.
I never learned housework. I never learned pick it up and keep it straightened and dusted and tidied.
I'm learning it now, by damn, and Nephew's learning right along with me. When he's tall enough, we'll haul his footstool into the kitchen and we'll play dishes in the sink.