C1 likes to help me with laundry. He’ll climb into the basket and toss all the clothes out for me. He’s getting better. Once the basket was empty I turned around and I couldn’t find C1, but the basket was upside down.
Peek a Boo, he’s hiding under the basket. Now days when C1 helps me with laundry he’ll climb into an empty basket and I’ll pile all the socks on him. He’ll then hand me the socks one by one as I match them up and fold them. He loves when I say “Thank You” ending in a high pitch, so he keeps handing me socks. What a little helper.
He thinks he’s such a goofball. I tend to agree.