Upstairs, downstairs

We’ve just returned from a family trip (all the way to exotic West Valley City, Utah) and Henry’s taken it upon himself to put away the things from his little suitcase–one item at a time.  He goes down the stairs to get a shirt from his suitcase in the living room and carries it up to his dresser in his bedroom.  Then he goes back down for a pair of pants, and so on.

This is pretty much the same as Mabel’s approach to cleaning (but since I’ve tried to teach her to put away more than one thing at a time, it’s not as cute when she does it).

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3 Responses to Upstairs, downstairs

  1. Kristina P. says:

    What in the world were you doing in WVC? Dodging bullets?

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