My King

We're still wearing the crowns. And A is learning how to take out the trash. He doesn't like it when the garage is dark, so he stops, turns around and says, "Hep peas." After I turn on the light, he's back on track. He's still too short to lift the lid on the cans, but just getting it out of the house is a big help. (And a task that keeps him busy for awhile.)