My helper

Young T has decided to be helpful. The other day, I left a load of clean clothes on the dryer, to be folded later. Before they were folded, Young T found a bucket, moved it to the washing machine, opened the washing machine, and threw them in. Thankfully, he couldn't reach the soap. Later, after I had taken them out and moved them to another room, I found him there again. This time he had carefully dragged dirty clothes from the piles on the floor up onto the bucket and put them into the washing machine. He couldn't understand why I insisted on taking them out and sorting them again. That boy sure works hard at whatever he does. And I sure undo a lot of his work. (And vice versa.)