Peter is a helpful boy. When we are making dinner, he reaches up and tries to do what he can to help out. Of course, he can’t really see much of what is being done, but his hands will reach up and grab onto whatever they can get. Onions, garlic, knives – you name it, he’ll grab it. Sometimes he can even recognize what he grabs as trash and will take it over to the trash can and dump it.
Last night I was in the living room folding his laundry, and he decided to help by grabbing the folded laundry and moving it over to the floor by the Christmas tree, making one big pile of (mostly) folded clothes.
And on Saturday I was replacing an older two-prong outlet with a new three-prong outlet, and he grabbed one of my screwdrivers and started poking it at the outlets like I was. Let’s just say I’m glad I wasn’t doing anything with the hammer at the time.
And they’re calling for more snow this week, so I’m sure he’ll be out there again with his shovel. Helping.
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