My Best Little Helper

After Patrick finished his lunch, he received one very crumbly cookie with instructions that he needed to eat it at the table so I didn't have to pick up 10,000 cookie pieces off my floor.  I continued loading the dishwasher only to hear P say:

"Look, Mom! I cleaned up all the crumbs on my chair so you didn't have to."

He said it so sweetly, and genuinely meant for it to be a help to me that I just had to laugh (even though he just pushed half a cookie onto my floor).  This is one time I could not be mad as I grabbed the vacuum again.