Dad's Den

This is in no way a jab against dad, but I realized something yesterday about my son. He needs a helper to get a job done. You know how we always tease dad that he is a workaholic but he needs someone to sharpen his pencils or hold open the garbage bag. He is a born chief. I think I'm raising a little viking chief. This is an on going battle with Sam. His playroom. Or the equivalent of Dad's den. It's where he keeps his treasures and he insists he knows where everything is. Occasionally, I have to go in a dejunk. Throw out the happy meal toys and stuff, but I think he has too much. It's overwhelming. This is a picture of him in the space that he had 8 hours to clean. He is totally capable. He just can't do it on his own. If I sit there with him, and hold the toy bins open, he can have it cleaned up easy peasy. He is just a little Mel.