A couple nights ago, we took the boys outside to play while Daddy & I corded the most recent load of wood into the wood shed. Tank decided he was going to help. While I commend the ambition and desire to help, I can't say that it sped up the process. He had a good time though and that's all that matters. After a few pieces, Tank decided it was a better idea to hand me the wood and I would take it from there into the shed. After a took the 1st piece from him, he proudly chirped..."Thank You!" After the next piece, again..."Thank You!" While it was mighty cute and I was glad to hear him picking up some new words and using them properly, I will have to admit after about 75 times, it got to be a little much. He was Mr. Helper that night and insisted on pushing Bubby's stroller into the house when we were done too. Just another day of "little moments" to cherish.
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