Today I was trying to clean the fridge shelves while Jack was playing cars. When he heard me banging around, he needed to know what was going on, so he grabbed his little stool and decided to "help" me. How am I supposed to wash dishes when someone is right in front of the sink??
What should have been a 20 minute job turned into about 45 minutes...between trying to keep him OUT of the fridge, to trying to convince him No, you should NOT eat cold hot dogs at 9:30 in the morning....
He still thinks everything needs to be re-arranged...so the battle continues.
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