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Little Helper

Last night was awesome ... Patrick was an awesome little helper.

I was assembling a bookshelf that took several screws on the outer edges. He plodded into the kitchen where I was working and saw me working with a ratcheting screwdriver. He then proceeded to sit on my lap and help me screw in the screws. It was so cute that Jen turned on the video camera and got some awesome movies.

Then, as I was attaching the back, he wanted to help again ... with the complexity of the processes, Jen took him downstairs to help her with the laundry.

Later, as I stood the bookshelf up, he came over and helped me insert the metal dowels and put the shelves in place. And to top of the bookshelf process, he pushed on one side as I dragged it into place.

We then had dinner and Patrick jumped in with his own broom as Jen cleaned the floor afterward. He even managed to sweep toward the dust pan, although not a lot of what he did made it in.

Later, Jen was cleaning some spilled cereal (originally poured from the box by Patrick) and as she finished, he grabbed the brush and dust pan and swept the floor again, attempting to pour the dust into the trash as Jen had done a few minutes before.

All night, he was helpful and very proud of the contributions he made to our efforts!

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